But Devlyn had to make sure. She could have been any one of a number of lone
red lupus garou females all across the States. Or not. Because such a shortage
existed, he sure as hell hoped Argos was right—that she was their stubborn
Bella.
When Devlyn saw her in the pen at the zoo, he knew. He couldn’t be angry with
her for having run away—but for her to risk proving to the world that lupus
garous existed? That was irresponsible and unforgivable. At least that’s what he
told himself, though his heart ached to hold her close again, only this time to
claim her for his own.
Devlyn stalked toward the door of his hotel suite. “All right. Let’s break
our little red wolf out of jail.” The notion that she was theirs, though, struck
a chord. She wasn’t theirs. She belonged to Volan. Fire burned in Devlyn’s veins
with the thought. Ever since Devlyn had rescued her near the river, the wildfire
in hot pursuit of her, Volan had wanted her, too.
For years Devlyn had pinned her to the ground in their wolf states, avoiding
her retaliatory bites, playing with her as young wolves frolicked. He still
wanted to tackle her to the ground, to force her reaction, to have her pay
attention to him. But the burning desire to have her for his mate drove away any
notion of having another female.
He hurried his four younger male cousins out to the SUV with Argos at his
side in the freezing drizzle. The black-haired, amber-eyed quadruplets,
twenty-two years of age, all itched for a fight as they clenched their fists and
steeled their square jaws.
Devlyn slammed his door. “If we wait much longer, she’ll have changed and be
half frozen in this weather.” He’d rescue her again. He had to. Not for Volan,
but for his own greedy desires. But what to do with her afterwards? He knew what
he wanted to do with her. Make her his…forever…his mate for life.
But with Volan still living, how could Devlyn hope to take her for his own?
That question had plagued him every minute of the day since he’d learned she
still lived.
***
Backed into the confines of the wolf den, Bella spread her arms out, slowly,
in her crouched position, to make herself appear larger. “Back off, Big Red.”
He continued to snarl. She took a step forward, and shivered, but it wasn’t
the chill in the air that made her tremble. The notion that the zoo staff would
catch her in the wolves’ den in human form forced concern to worm its way into
every pore.
Big Red held his ground.
She took another step in his direction. Her eyes remained locked onto his. He
didn’t back down.
Wrinkling her nose, she bared her not-very-scary human teeth. Anything to
show him she wasn’t intimidated by his posturing.
After what seemed like an eternity of an old western gunfight showdown, he
turned, and trotted out of the den. She took a deep breath, then quickly
followed him out. The icy drizzle coated her skin. Hoping to make her escape
easily, she crossed the pen to the keeper’s door.
Locked.
Her stomach muscles tightened with irritation. Heading for the water trough,
she thought to use it as a step in the moat. But it was filled to the brim with
water, and she couldn’t budge it. Her frustration level mounted, but her body
temperature dropped rapidly with the chilly wet breeze swirling about her.
What she wouldn’t have given for her wolf’s thick undercoat—the dense second
coat of fur virtually waterproof, a thermal insulator so effective even snow
falling on her back wouldn’t melt.
She hurried to the edge of the moat and considered the height of the wall
across from the pen. Big Red watched her from a corner of the pen, but never
made a menacing move toward her. She’d probably confused the hell out of him.
She smelled like a wolf in heat, the same one he wanted to mate, but she didn’t
look like one in the least bit now. Poor fellow.
She sat on the edge of the concrete, the substance icy and rough on her bare
bottom. After twisting around, she clung to the edge with frigid fingers, then
dropped into the moat. It was about a six-and-a-half-foot drop and, with her
five-four height, easy to make. But when she turned to consider the other side
her heart filled with alarm.
Whether the wall rose eight feet or ten…didn’t matter. She didn’t see any way
to climb the rough concrete without foot or hand holds. She turned back to the
other side. Her heart fell. She wouldn’t be able to climb out that way, either.
The cold had already affected her mind, slowing her ability to think. The
shock at turning into her human form earlier than she’d planned had compelled
her to panic.
Great. Just great. The next morning, the zookeepers would find a half-frozen,
naked woman in the moat. She jumped at the shorter side, but couldn’t reach the
top edge.
After several tries, she did what went against every instinct for
survival—she gave up and yelled for help.
