Wendy's Wild Wolves [Shy River Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page B

over the past forty-four years. Granted, they were few and far between, but the Alcarn had never shown any signs of being frightened by a single car before.
    “Sense them,” Polly said to Sogarn, clearly confusing Wendy. Donovan moved closer to the bird, and Sogarn lifted his head in what he hoped the Alcarn took as an order to explain. “Know them.”
    That wasn’t good. Sogarn growled a warning to Polly to stay calm, unfortunately making Wendy jump in the process. He moved to lean against her leg, trying to offer an apology of sorts.
    “Know who, Polly?” Wendy asked, glancing between the wolf and the bird as if she understood they were communicating. Unfortunately, if Polly could sense—and was frightened of—whoever was in the car coming up the mountain, then this was a definite problem.
    “Car, car, car.”
    Wendy immediately turned toward the road, a very clear plume of dust rising from the general area of the winding road that climbed the mountain to her home.
    She grabbed the cockatoo and immediately stepped into the house.
     
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    Donovan wanted to snap the stupid bird in two for scaring her like this, but he slid in behind them, determined to stay close even if Wendy did have a rule about no wolves in the house.
    He followed her around her home, watching as she closed and locked every window and door. Clearly, her experience with Brian still deeply affected her. Fortunately, her actions would make it look like no one was home—a distinct advantage from a security point of view. Even if their visitors were known to Polly, it was unlikely that they’d recognize him in his current form—unless they had an Alcarn with them.
    All Alcarns—those born of Avian-shifter royal blood—had the ability to sense the presence of most other beings, humans included, but Donovan had often wondered if that particular skill was somehow faulty in Polly. How could someone who knew when other shifters were close seem to be so clueless most of the time?
    Donovan stayed near Wendy, wanting to assure her she wasn’t alone. Fortunately, she didn’t try to shuffle him out of the house, but rather, dropped her hand to rest on his head as she stood several feet back from the front window and waited for an unknown visitor to arrive.
    “Do we have any information?” Donovan asked his lover telepathically as he sensed Sogarn move back into the tree line and head toward the road.
    “Not at this stage. Did Wendy mention expecting any visitors?”
    “No,” Donovan said, glaring at the bird currently shaking its feathers loose with fear. “Can you see the car yet?”
    “Yeah, it’s not familiar, but it has a least three men inside, and it’s definitely heading to Wendy’s place . Damn ,” Sogarn whispered telepathically, “I was kind of hoping it was that asshole ex of hers. I wouldn’t mind another go at him. My only regret about that day is that we didn’t do some permanent damage.”
    Donovan grinned at his lover’s words. At the time they’d handled the situation exactly as it had needed to be, but when they’d later learned from Wendy that it wasn’t the first time Brian had tried to hurt her, they’d been annoyed enough to want to track the guy down and teach him a lesson he’d never forget. It was probably just as well that they couldn’t leave Polly unguarded because Donovan had a feeling that Wendy wouldn’t have appreciated the male posturing anyway.
    “I’m heading back,” Sogarn sent telepathically as Donovan sensed him running back to Wendy’s home as fast as four legs could carry him.
     
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    Wendy practically held her breath as three very big strangers stepped from a car she didn’t recognize. Two of them, wearing what seemed to be official-looking black suits, stood by the car, surveying the area the way secret service agents did in the movies. The third turned her way, looked around as if assessing potential threats, and then headed toward the front door.
    There was