“All right,” Monica sighed, dropping to her knees beside him. “Kate, cover his genitals with this, will you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kate gave a wicked smile. “Have either of you seen the elephant in the room?”
“I’m a little too busy to respond to sexual innuendos, darling,” Monica spoke, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she checked for a pulse in his neck. It was rather faint and slow, especially for a man his size.
“I’m not talking about his penis, Dr. Stiff,” Kate rejected that notion. “It’s his body. It’s perfect in every way. Abs, pecs, huge back, strong legs, and that face looks pretty, even with that nasty bruise on it. Where did this guy come from, Planet Gorgeous?”
Monica chose to disregard Kate’s comment as she reached up to open his eyelid. The sky-blue color of his eyes sent chills rippling across her chin. Still, the young brunette could not afford to stare at him. Pressing the tiny button on her flashlight, she watched as his pupil contracted.
“Good,” she said, her voice calm, “no concussion. I need to sterilize his wounds and stop the bleeding before I stitch him up. Kate, I need a bowl of water to clean him up, too.”
“I’m on it,” Kate said. Monica had some time to scan his body. The stranger had clearly lost a lot of blood. He was pale, but none of his wounds could justify such quick blood loss. Apparently, whatever had happened to him had taken place long before he knocked on her door. It was getting clearer to her that he had fought with a wild animal. No human could have possibly done that to a huge man like him. Nevertheless, something puzzled Monica, something she could not explain: his nudity. Where had all his clothes gone? Had a bear or a wolf caught him napping, naked in the middle of nowhere? No. That was too farfetched.
“Julia, thanks a lot for all your help,” she told her friend. “You can go to my bedroom if you want. Stitching people up can be–”
“Gruesome,” Julia finished her sentence. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Monica gave her an appreciative nod before taking bandages, sterile tweezers, and gauzes out of her first aid kit. As she began to clean up the stranger’s wound on the left side of his abdomen, she noticed tiny particles of dirt deep within the lacerations. No surprises there. He had battled against a predator. If anything, Monica expected to find that.
“Water’s ready,” Kate announced, carrying a blue bowl as she returned to the living room. “Will you call 9-1-1 later?”
“There’s no need for that,” Monica claimed, tossing bloody gauze on the small table on her right. “I’ll only call if he deteriorates.”
“Aren’t you just a little bit scared?” Kate inquired.
“I’m scared of him dying in my living room,” Monica attempted a commanding tone, glaring up at her. “Please, put some pressure on that chest wound.”
With Kate’s help, Monica was soon able to stop the bleeding. Her friend’s words about calling an ambulance were still lingering in her mind, but in her opinion, she had done the right thing. She was a doctor. She would not dismiss anyone in such dire need of her assistance. Monica feared that he would bleed to death on his way to the hospital, and she would have to carry this heavy burden for the rest of her life. She would spend her every waking moment wondering if he would still be alive had she not decided to treat him herself.
Later in the night, Kate excused herself and left her friend alone with him. Once again, Monica checked his pulse. It was stronger; somewhat quicker. Relief flashed through her eyes; she had saved his life. The odds of him deteriorating were slim. The thought of waking him up crossed her mind. She was curious to know what had happened to him. However, she quickly rejected it. Administering a powerful drug could have side effects, like an allergic reaction to it. Monica would not jeopardize his life just to satisfy her curiosity. Finding out more about his encounter with an apex predator could wait until the morning. Right now, they both needed some rest.
Chapter Three
The searing pain in his chest woke Raul from his deep sleep. He squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he endured the agony. A soft light entered his line of sight. Raul threw a quick look around him. He didn’t recognize his surroundings. The house he was in didn’t resemble his cabin. There were no logs up on the ceiling or a fireplace in the corner. Glancing down, he saw a candle on a table, surrounded by boxes of gauze, bandages, and a bottle of alcohol. Another glance down his body told him what had transpired. Raul was covered in bandages; some of them even had small spots of blood on them. He could even feel the threads of stitches on his skin. To his dismay, he had ended up in a human’s home, and that human had taken care of him.
Within seconds, his nostrils were overwhelmed by lingering scents–medical supplies–but those were quickly masked by three separate, much sweeter scents: human women. Each one had a different scent. One smelled like cinnamon, one like almond, and the most intriguing, like roses. The flowery one was stronger. Looking across from him, he spotted his savior sitting across from him on the couch, arms folded across her chest, head tilted to the side, eyes closed, with a few of her long, whiskey curls draping her cheeks. Raul swiped the towel away from his body. He sat up, his gaze locked on her, watching as her chest rhythmically rose up and down. Getting off the couch, he smiled to himself, unable to believe that this human had been so kind to him. And better than that, she was a sight for sore eyes. Even in her pink pajamas, he could see every soft curve of her voluptuous body. But as he closed in on her, Raul couldn’t help but marvel at her gorgeous face–soft, deeply tanned skin that glowed, high cheekbones, luscious lips, and a French nose.
He stopped right in front of her. Bending his knees, he sat down on his feet. Raul reached up. The sensation of her curls in his hand made his body tingle as he tucked a few tendrils of her hair behind her ear. He tilted his head up, desperate to taste her mouth, even though he knew very well that a human woman was forbidden to him. His lips touched hers tentatively. It was as if Raul was afraid he would break her. He drowned in her scent, lightly caressing the delicate skin on her cheek.
“Thank you,” he said in a near whisper. Monica’s eyes twitched as a broad smile spread across his face. Her brows popped up in shock as their gazes met. Raul lifted his free hand to her mouth. The last thing he wanted was to scare her.
“Shhh…” he admonished. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to thank you, okay?”
Monica nodded her response. Slowly, he slid his hand down her face. Raul had lingered there too long. He had expressed his gratitude. Now, he had to leave as fast as possible.
“You shouldn’t be up.” Her feathery voice tore the silence as he arose to his imposing, six-foot-four stature. “You should be resting. What happened to you?”
Her simple question turned his happy smile into a bitter one as Raul recollected the reason why he had ended up at her house. All the same, a brutal fight between him and two more of his kind was something that a human could not comprehend. He might have been grateful to her, but sharing his secret with her was out of the question. It would only complicate their lives.
“You have a good night now.” He spoke in a calm voice, dragging his gaze away from her. Raul turned and strode off as the torrential rain whipped against Monica’s living room window.
“Will you at least give me your name?” Monica requested, her voice shaking. “I’m Monica. Monica Mills. I’m a doctor.”
Raul froze halfway through her living room, his eyes a blazing yellow as a low growl started in his throat. He wouldn’t answer. He couldn’t. Her question had bothered him. She was being too inquisitive. For his savior’s sake, his identity had to remain a secret. Yet another stream of lightning flashed and sizzled as he whirled his head around. Monica’s face went slack in utter disbelief as he glared down at her over his shoulder. She curled up in her seat as he raised his upper lip in a terrifying grimace. A wave of regret washed over him. Raul had done precisely what he had been meaning to avoid: scare her. Sadly, thoug
h, he didn’t have time to make up for it. He turned his attention back to her front door. The cool, wet breeze blew right into his face as he swung it open. With a few quick strides, he crossed the empty street.
Raul jumped over a short bush, finding himself at the top end of Sutton Valley–his home. Mud gave way beneath his feet as he started down the slope. The heavy rain blurred his vision as he picked up the sound of Monica’s door being slammed shut. He looked back longingly at her house, wishing he could go to her and apologize. In fact, Raul continued to stare at it, putting distance between him and the town of Shandaken, until the slope blocked his view.
“So long, good doctor. It is better this way.”
By the time he reached an acceptable spot, water was streaming down his entire body, soaking bandages and skin alike. Raul ran both hands through his short, black hair, the vapors from his breath clouding his vision as he readied himself for what was about to follow.
Ribs rippled cracked like dry twigs. Neck, fingers, muscles, and cells reshaped with agonizing pain in just a few seconds as the wolf ripped out of his skin. Massive and dark gray, with a few contrasting shades of light gray on his chest, a diamond-shaped patch of white on his right shoulder. Raul’s wolf tossed his head back. His loud howl resounded through the valley just before he started his short trip back to his family. However, for some reason he couldn’t yet understand, the fear in Monica’s eyes was swirling in his mind. Loping through the brush, he could still recall her reaction, wishing that he had kept his cool just for a few more seconds. At the same time, though, he realized that this was one of a series of mistakes he had made that night. Yes, it wasn’t as important as his bloody fight earlier, but it was a mistake all the same. This was not a way to treat his savior.
Furthermore, Raul had a bad feeling about the welcome of his brothers. He had been in a fight with the two wolves he should stay away from: Warrick and Bryant, his alpha and his lieutenant, a fight that almost claimed his life. As the oldest of them, Raul should have known better than to engage them. He should be the one to teach them some restraint, and yet he had failed to do so. Still, Dean and Ray were his blood. The brothers were close, and despite their occasional argument, they would understand as soon as he explained the circumstances of his fight against their alpha and his lieutenant.
Raul soon crossed the border of the balsam fir tree forest that encircled Paxton, the town of their ancestors. Ears ticked high, hackles raised, and tail straight out behind him, he loped through the trees, his big paws crushing small twigs as he sped past. Tipping his chin up, he hoped to catch any familiar scents, but to no avail. The only thing he could smell was wet soil mixed with soaked wood. As he sprinted toward the edge of town, however, he recalled Monica’s scent: roses. That simple fact made him angry at himself. He hardly knew her, and he could not take his mind off of her.
“Snap out of it, Raul. She’s human. Humans are forbidden.”
Maybe it was her nature that attracted to him. Or it could be her impeccable looks. Or maybe it was all of the above. At any rate, Raul had to put this behind him. A relationship with a human woman was punishable by death. Should he pursue her, he would put her life at risk as well.
The lights in his cabin peeked through the trees as he climbed the short hill at the end of the forest. Raul expected to catch a whiff of his brothers’ scents, and eventually, he did, but not until he stepped into his front yard. Moreover, it was rather weak, a clear sign that they had left long before he arrived. He shifted into human form. His legs lengthened and thickened, his fur disappeared, his muzzle shortened, his claws retracted and reformed, his hips changed shape, and his eye color returned to its usual, sky-blue shade. Raul took a few, furtive glances around him as he climbed the short staircase that led to his front door. He grabbed and turned the golden doorknob on the left side, eager to put some clothes back on. It had been a strange, long day for him. He could do without the embarrassment.
Raul sprinted up the stairs to his bedroom, his chest heaving from exertion. Without wasting any more time, he quickly dried off, put on a pair of boxers, black jeans, and a red sweater. As he shoved his feet into his boots, though, Dean’s scent filled his nostrils. Before he knew it, he heard paws galloping in the distance. Raul rose from his bed and went to the window. A pair of yellow eyes was staring up at him. Dean curled up his lips and threatened a growl as Ray’s loud bark tore the night. He wasn’t far behind. Adding to Raul’s discomfort, his brother had also settled his gaze on him.
“Come on in, you little mutts.” He smirked, nodding at the same time. “I’ll explain everything.”
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Chapter 1
Life had become aimless.
Samuel padded through the woods, disinterested in the small wildlife that moved about him. His bear form was agile, but right now he moved sluggishly. When had he become so bored with life?
Humans contemplated eternity with fascination.
They seemed to think that living with no end in sight was some sort of wondrous adventure. They could not be more disillusioned.
Samuel the Warrior.
Samuel the Wise.
Samuel the Scholar.
Names given to him that meant nothing now.
When was the last time he had fought for a cause? When was the last time he had surrounded himself with books? Life had become so empty. A branch scraped against his side, and he ignored the slash of pain. Sure enough, the wound healed within a heartbeat.
Death was a morbid subject, one with which he had become quite fascinated.
Sometimes, he assumed his younger form and wandered around the humans who loved death. But they were naïve, mere children who discussed forces that were out of their intellectual depth. Sometimes, he sat amongst the elderly, and became one of them.
Humans were lucky. Although, they feared death, it was the very incentive that led them to enjoy their life to the fullest. He had had children. He had seen them grow up and take mates of their own. And he had left when he had realized his time was near.
The love of a woman was not unknown to him. But Clara was dead and had been gone for centuries.
Sometimes, he tried to recall the sound of her voice when she had been angry at him, or her infectious laughter. But he failed. He couldn’t even remember what his youngest had looked like when he had last seen him.
Of course, Roy was buried now.
His children had lived full lives, and sometimes he went to check on his extended family. How long had it been since he had gone to the markers where his family was buried? Emily, his eldest daughter, had been furious when he had decided to leave.
Of course, he hadn’t known at that time that he would meet that damned vampire and outlive his entire family as a result.
A grunt.
He felt a twinge of pain when he thought of them, but four hundred years was a long time. He had met women; played with them for a while, but no one had ever caught his interest, not like Clara. Nobody was quite like his mate, so open with her emotions. He had spent half of his mortal life running after her, making sure she didn’t get herself killed with that honesty of hers. Clara had always been direct, no sugarcoating the truth.
Samuel stared at a spot on the ground. How long had he been standing there, lost in his thoughts? The sun danced on the ground, playing hide and seek with the foliage, thin beams peeking out from behind the leaves. Maybe he should lie down here and take a nap?
No, he didn’t quite like the shade. It was cold for early November. The fog that had settled in the woods was ominous to many a creature, but not to him.
He had no home anymore.
Changing his train of thought as quickly as it had come to him, he started moving. He sh
ould probably eat something as well. Since the sun was out, he should find a nice spot which would warm him up as he took a nap.
A lingering scent caught his attention, and his bear recognized it as something new.
Human, but not human.
As he moved further, he caught traces of that earthy scent. It almost felt like the entire place had been scent-marked by a predator claiming its land. This place was new to him. He didn’t like to stay in one place for too long, so moving about gave him an activity to do.
Samuel paused for a heartbeat and looked at the dense foliage ahead. Should he even bother?
The scholar in him sat up, revealing some interest. This was a scent that he had never come across. Not a witch, not a shifter. Every species had an underlying scent that gave away their kind. This was different.
He cast a look at the dying sunlight. It was going to become dark soon, and he had not bothered looking for a place to sleep. A cave would have been a suitable reprieve after so many nights of sleeping under the open sky.
His head turned to study the dense shrubbery. Every time he looked at it, it seemed that it had been placed there almost deliberately. It piqued his interest. After so many years of just going through the motions of living, anything that stirred his bear’s curiosity was worth checking out.
He nosed his way through the barrier and muscled his body out of it. The sound of something snapping back into place had him turning around.
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