A Wolf's Desire (Wolf Mountain Peak Book 2)
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“What about the hellhounds? If we are exposed at night–”
“We’ll carry our security measures with us.” A small smile. “We’ll set up camp as soon as the sun is about to set. Don’t underestimate me, Rowena. I can protect you.”
The witch blushed, “I wasn’t doubting you.”
She was an attractive woman, Samuel noted. Once this mess was settled, she would find herself a suitor in no time.
“When the Council…” Samuel paused. There were things she did not need to know. “There are certain archives that Councilmembers have access to. They are very well hidden. That will be our next stop.”
Rowena looked troubled, “If you do manage to destroy these creatures, what’s to stop more from coming after me?”
The shifter did not look worried. “To start something, you just need an idea. Things will play out as they will, Rowena. A little faith never hurt anyone. Now go back to sleep. We’ll be moving very quickly tomorrow, and you will need all the energy that you can get.”
Samuel watched over her as she lay down, and he knew that she was too tense to sleep. He didn’t try to strike up a conversation. This was moving too fast for her, and he knew she needed some time.
He stripped and shifted, lying next to her mattress, his eyes on the window.
He had spread out that strange powder inside the lining of the room, but his head lifted as something struck him.
He hadn’t covered the outside of the house.
It was too dark to risk going out and doing so. Alert now, he got up and paced.
He heard Rowena turn and twist in her makeshift bed, and when he heard her sharp intake of breath, he looked at her.
Her eyes were fixed on the small window, a terrified look in them.
Samuel looked at where her eyes were focused.
The creature that peered in was something out of a grotesque horror movie. Its eyes were red, the color of blood. Its fur was as black as the night itself. It looked like something that had crawled out of hell.
It was no wonder where its name came from.
Samuel didn’t shudder. He walked over to the window at eye level with the hellhound and stared back.
The creature snarled, and the house shook.
Rowena’s cry of alarm and fear had Samuel snapping at her, making her still.
He shifted. “Even if the walls were to fall in, this thing cannot enter, Rowena. Go back to sleep. I am right here.”
The witch trembled, but gave into the authority in his voice.
Samuel didn’t shift back and just stood there, staring at her creature.
His expression was blank. He showed no display of power to intimidate it. He just stood there, his arms crossed against his chest.
The creature tried to attack the stone building again, but Samuel heard Rowena murmuring something and this time nothing happened.
The hateful look thrown toward the witch had Samuel stepping in front of her protectively, blocking the hellhound’s view of her.
It snarled.
And that was how the rest of the night went, with Samuel standing guard over the witch he had now vowed to protect from the creature that looked like it wanted to drag both of them into hell with it.
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