Wolf Signs

by Vivian Arend

  Robyn turned to see the wolves all lying belly down in the snow. When they saw her glance their way they dropped their muzzles to the ground and covered their eyes with their front paws.

  Jack, bloody from Keil’s attack, crawled forward on his belly until at their feet. His dark eyes darted back and forth between them, and then he slowly rolled to his back, exposing his throat.

  Keil spoke aloud so the attackers could hear. “Shall we kill them?”

  Robyn narrowed her eyes as she considered. “Is the challenge still on for Sunday or did your competition just disqualify himself?”

  “Oh, Jack is very much out of any challenge for Alpha. In fact by the way they responded to your voice, I’d say you’ve shown we have complete power over them from now on.”

  Robyn dropped to her knees and pulled back sharply on Jack’s ear, her knife close to his throat.

  “Careful, babe. Think about it.”

  “Oh, I know exactly what I want to do, Keil. I have only one thing to say to them.”

  She leaned closer to the ear she held tightly and spoke clearly.

  “Hey, asshole. Shift.”

  Epilogue

  “She really made them shift?”

  TJ, Tad and a few other close friends of Keil’s sat together in one of the side rooms of the hall waiting for Robyn to appear. She was still getting ready for their entrance as the new Alphas for the pack and her first full moon.

  “Oh, not only that, she made them stand around and introduce themselves. Butt naked in the cold. Then they had to apologize to us both for ‘disturbing the serenity of our honeymoon’.” Keil watched the ladies room door anxiously, adjusting the medallion around his neck again. If she didn’t show up soon, he’d go pull her out. “I thought Jack was going to pop a vein when she suggested he might like to look into purchasing one of the penis enhancers they advertise online.”

  Tad choked on his drink. “My sister?”

  Keil exchanged knowing glances with TJ. “Oh, yeah. She’s amazing. Don’t piss her off any more than you usually do. Now that she’s wolf she’s a bit of a handful.”

  Tad sat back and swallowed hard. Keil grinned at him. “Wait until she starts ordering you around.”

  “Are you getting me in trouble out there, Keil?”

  He turned to face the door, eager for her to arrive. “Of course not. You can get yourself in trouble all by yourself once you get here. Are you planning on arriving any time this century?”

  Scuffling noises on the other side of the door made him more hopeful than her words. “Look, oh tall and buff one, you only told me tonight there was going to be streaking involved in this shinding. I had to do a little more grooming than usual. Are you sure I have to get naked?”

  The door opened and Robyn stepped through, dressed in a pale blue robe. Her hair swung loose over her shoulders and her eyes seemed to glow with the reflected light of the moon.

  Keil’s heart rose up and choked off his throat. The scent of her wolf increased as the moon drew nearer. This is what he’d been waiting for all his life.

  “Oh, yeah. You definitely have to get naked.”

  Desire rolled over both of them as they stared into each other’s eyes, the rest of the people in the room forgotten.

  “Gag.” TJ pretended to slip his finger down his throat. He slid in front of Robyn and kissed her cheek. “While I’m glad you’re going to be my sister-in-law and my Alpha, can you save the sex for when you get in front of the pack?”

  Robyn’s face went completely white as she whipped around to glare at Keil. “Is there any tiny, insignificant detail that you might have forgotten to inform me about tonight?”

  He shrugged and gave a look to let her know how much he wanted her. “It may have slipped my mind. But I don’t think you’ll mind too much. We’ll be wolves. It’s time to go.”

  He turned and offered his arm to lead her into the moonlight of the clearing. Robyn paused for a second and Keil offered up a prayer she wouldn’t go too ballistic on him.

  Shaking her head, she laid a hand on his elbow and walked with a regal air through the door into the main hall with him.

  “I need to do something special for you. A surprise since you obviously like them. Oh, I know. I’m making you a big batch of brownies tomorrow. Just for you. With ‘special’ ingredients.”

  She leaned over and kissed his cheek, then whispered in his ear. “And you’re going to eat them all.”

  Keil stopped them for a moment as they approached the center of the gathering. He stared into her eyes, seeing the twinkle of mischief overtaking the anger. She was amazing, this mate of his. Just what he needed in his life and what the pack needed as well.

  He released her arm and turned to face her. Carefully crossing his hands over his heart he dipped his head. “I love you, little bird. Shall we go become Alpha?”

  “With you, anything.”

  “Good. You get to share the brownies.”

  About the Author

  Vivian was playing hooky the day they taught about the importance of getting a “real” job; she was hiding out at the local library rereading everything for the fifth time. Since then she’s become a Jack-of-all-trades with a job experience list only slightly smaller than the average phone book.

  She’s hiked, biked, canoed, kayaked and camped throughout Canada, seven European countries and twelve states, including Hawaii and Alaska. All these adventures have now become settings for her overactive muse to wander through.

  Vivian lives in Western Canada with her longtime sweetie, two wonderful kids and a dog that looks like a stuffed toy.

  To learn more please visit www.vivianarend.com. You can send an email to Vivian at vivarend@gmail.com or visit her at vivarend.blogspot.com.

  Look for these titles by Vivian Arend

  Now Available:

  Granite Lake Wolves

  Wolf Signs

  Wolf Flight

  Wolf Games

  Wolf Tracks

  Wolf Line

  Forces of Nature

  Tidal Wave

  Whirlpool

  Turner Twins

  Turn It On

  Turn It Up

  Pacific Passion

  Stormchild

  Stormy Seduction

  Silent Storm

  Xtreme Adventures

  Falling, Freestyle

  Rising, Freestyle

  Six Pack Ranch

  Rocky Mountain Heat

  Rocky Mountain Haven

  Rocky Mountain Desire

  Takhini Wolves

  Black Gold

  Paradise Found

  Coming Soon:

  Silver Mine

  Rocky Mountain Angel

  He is tired of fighting. She has nowhere to run.

  Cry Sanctuary

  © 2008 Moira Rogers

  Red Rock Pass, Book 1

  Keith Winston is tired of fighting. The war between werewolves and wizards rages on in Europe, but he’s come home to Red Rock, Montana in hopes of finding a bit of peace. Instead he finds more strife as he struggles against the pack’s dictates that he resume his place as the alpha’s right-hand man.

  When he rescues a new wolf on the run, he knows his instant attraction to her could cause trouble. What he doesn’t expect is to find himself embroiled in another battle that goes against all his instincts—and his heart.

  Abigail Adler learned about the existence of werewolves only when she became one. With her life threatened by a corrupt alpha, she flees to the only sanctuary she knows: Red Rock. While she’s grateful for the pack’s protection, she chafes under its unbreakable rules of conduct—except when it comes to submitting to the passion Keith stirs in her.

  Then her tormentor kidnaps her sister in an attempt to lure her out of hiding. To save her, Abby and Keith must be willing to do the very thing that could get them all killed—break all of the rules.

  Warning: Hot werewolf sex, violence, explosions, and a heroine wielding a makeshift implement of de
struction.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Cry Sanctuary:

  “Oh, God.” Abby tried not to whimper, but the sound escaped her anyway. The animal inside surged forward again, ready—desperate—to be claimed, and she rose from the table, almost knocking her chair over. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do. Then she took a deep breath and walked from the tiny kitchenette to Keith’s bed.

  She gathered every bit of courage she had and turned her back to him. “Can you unzip me? I can’t reach.”

  Even though she heard him move, feeling his hands slide around her waist was a shock. Strong fingers stroked across her stomach before moving up to cup her breasts, and he drew her back against him. “When I get around to it.”

  Fire streaked through her. Abby rocked back, whimpering again when she felt the hardness of his cock press against her ass. “Isn’t that the dangerous part?” she asked on a moan. “Getting me so excited?”

  “Maybe for someone else.” His voice was cocky, almost arrogant. He pinched her nipples and rocked against her ass at the same time, his voice low and sensual. “But I can handle you no matter how excited you get, and it’s good practice for you.”

  She cried out and covered his hands with hers, wishing the layers of cloth between his fingers and her breasts were gone. “Practice for what?” For going insane? For dying of frustration?

  His breath heated the sensitive skin of her neck, and he bit her earlobe and tugged at her nipples. “For losing control without losing control. I can show you how.”

  Abby shuddered and batted his hands away. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. The heels she wore afforded her easy reach of his mouth, and she bit his lip. “Sounds like a ton of work. We might need to practice a lot.” She skated her lips over his cheek and closed her teeth on his ear, growling softly.

  His growl was louder, lower. He caught her lips in a bruising kiss as he grasped her hands and tugged them from around his neck. He guided her arms down, behind her back, and bit her lower lip in return as he caught her wrists in one hand. “We do need a lot of practice.”

  One hand held her wrists trapped, but the other moved to the neckline of her dress. He tugged it down, revealing the thin fabric of the bra underneath, and made a low noise of approval. “And you need practice in letting me take my sweet time.” He caught her nipple between his thumb and finger and tweaked it again.

  “Bossy bastard.” She tried to free her hands, but he held them tight. Desire clashed with defiance, and Abby growled even as heat flooded her. “Fine. Just let me know when you’ve caught up.”

  He jerked her forward, crushing her hips against his. “Oh, I was hard before we got through the door. But I’m not a kid who can’t control himself.” His fingers inched under the fabric of her bra and tugged it down, baring one breast.

  Her head spun, and the ache inside her grew. She wanted to cry out again, to beg him to go faster, make her come. Instead, she clamped her lips together, muffling the moan that welled up in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her body stiffly against his. She wouldn’t let him win, wouldn’t let him see how close to the edge she was already.

  His breath tickled her ear. “All through dinner, Abby. The whole time, I was imagining how it would feel to be inside you. To bend you over and show you how fucking good it can be when the person and the wolf want the same thing.”

  When she opened her eyes, she could barely focus on his face. “Why didn’t you?” she rasped, pressing closer, sucking in a breath when her nerve endings screamed at the contact. “Why don’t you?”

  “Oh, I will.” He left her breast bare and moved his hand down her body, caressing her stomach over the fabric of the dress. His fingers pressed lower, sneaking under her dress to rub at her clit through her underwear. “Maybe more than once.”

  Abby forgot to be stoic, forgot everything but the searing heat that engulfed her when Keith stroked her. “Fuck—” Her head fell back, her hair brushing her hands where he still held them. She couldn’t control her own body as her hips bucked against his hand, once and then again. The tension inside her stretched tighter and snapped, and the accompanying wave of pleasure wrenched a hoarse cry from her throat.

  His fingers kept stroking and his lips returned to her ear. “Is that how you want it? Bent over, your ass in the air?”

  Her knees buckled, and she sagged against the broad wall of his chest. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, God—please—”

  Keith released her hands and plunged his fingers into her hair. His mouth came down on hers, but the brutal domination in his kiss had faded. He kissed her slowly this time, teasing at her lips without pressing past them. His hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly pulled the tab, parting the teeth.

  Abby licked his lips and urged his shirt up. “When is it my turn?” she asked against his mouth, the twisting need to make him gasp her name overriding everything else.

  “What do you want to do?” The dress came undone and he tugged it down.

  “Make you crazy.” She let him peel the dress over her hips and kicked it away when it fell to the floor. “I want to make you beg.”

  Keith grinned at her as he slowly turned her to face away from him. His hands smoothed up her arms and to her shoulders, and he nudged her upper body toward the bed. “Sounds tempting as hell, sweetheart, but that’s not how it works. Until you’re in control of yourself, you can’t be in control of anyone else.”

  Her hands hit the bed and curled into the covers. She looked back at him, her brow furrowed. “That doesn’t sound very fair. I’m doing all right so far.” Except for the fact that her arms and legs were trembling, and she couldn’t quite seem to catch her breath.

  One eyebrow went up as he slipped his fingers under the hem of her underwear and dragged it off of her ass. “You think we’ve even gotten started?”

  An untriggered werewolf. A runaway Omega. It’s not easy fighting destiny.

  Wolf Flight

  © 2009 Vivian Arend

  Granite Lake Wolves, Book 2

  Tad Maxwell’s workaholism serves to keep his bush-pilot company in the air, and his inner werewolf in check. In the two years since he discovered his heritage, he’s resisted the longing to test the power of his wolf side. It would mean compromising his human principles.

  Then Missy Leason re-enters his life. Ten years ago, their teenage attraction never went beyond hand-holding. Now their chemistry is off the charts, pushing him closer to the step he’s not sure it’s safe to take, especially with a human.

  But Missy is more like Tad than he realizes. She’s wolf too, and a wolf pack is a dangerous place to have secrets. Missy’s Alpha has sniffed out her carefully hidden Omega powers. Her first response: run from the corrupt Alpha’s plan to make her his mate. Step two: get to Tad, and hope like hell his untapped powers are strong enough to negate her own.

  Every touch with Missy is hot, hot, hot, but even finding out she’s pure wolf doesn’t solve Tad’s dilemma. Is she using him, or are they truly destined mates? Only one thing is certain. He will defend her to his last breath—on his terms. Even if it means losing his life.

  Warning: Contains nasty Alphas, secret Omegas and werewolves acting raunchy on the dance floor. Sarcasm, wilderness cabins and hot nookie back by popular demand.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Wolf Flight:

  “What are you drinking tonight?” One of the servers stood waiting beside their table. Tad slipped his arm behind Missy, resting it along the back of the seat cushion, caressing her shoulders.

  She was going to die. She really was. “Do they have—?”

  “Sweetheart, first I’m gonna need to see some proof you’re of legal age,” the waitress interrupted.

  Tad chortled as Missy dug into her purse cussing under her breath. She handed over her photo ID and poked Tad in the ribs to get him to stop. It really wasn’t funny anymore.

  The waitress handed it back with a wink. “Our bartender ca
n mix you any drink without looking it up. You name a drink he can’t produce and it’s on the house.”

  Missy glanced at the ceiling. She shouldn’t do this. Not with needing to keep control over her body around Tad.

  “What are you up to?” Tad teased with a squeeze to her shoulder.

  Electrical lust shot through her and her mouth went dry. To hell with it. A challenge was a challenge and she could use a stiff drink. She smiled at the waitress.

  “I’d like a Skip and Go Naked please.”

  Tad choked.

  The waitress winked at her. “No problem, sweetheart. Tad, what’ll it be for you tonight?”

  “Rum and Coke, please.”

  The waitress left and Missy watched as she made her way back to the bar. She put in their orders and the bartender’s head flicked in their direction. He lifted a hand and pointed at her, shaking his finger.

  “What’s a Skip and Go Naked, other than something that causes my heart to do double time?” Tad slipped his fingers over hers and Missy’s mind drifted. She was supposed to concentrate on…something. Tad’s beautiful brown eyes stared at her like she was the main dish at an all-you-can-eat dessert bar. Time slowed as she fell into the depths of his gaze. She leaned closer, his mouth inches away. If he’d ease a little more in her direction she be able to—

  “You tried to trick me with that one.” The bartender stood in front of them, a pale pink concoction in his hand. Missy made herself smile instead of baring her teeth at the man.

  Her hormones were becoming a serious issue tonight.

  “You thought if you missed the ‘Hop’ I wouldn’t know it. Hmmm? Well, you’ve got yourself one Skip and Go Naked. I left out the grenadine ’cause I figured that must be the hop.”

  Missy forced a laugh as she accepted the glass. “Actually, I’ve never heard of the Hop part. I’m glad you knew how to make one. It’s been a long time. Thank you.”