Rescued by Her Wolves (Paranormal Werewolf Menage Steamy Romance)

by Willow Wilde

  Rescued by Her Wolves

  By Willow Wilde

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  Typical, I thought to myself, turning the ignition in my car one last time for luck. No dice. The engine was as dead as anything, and it wasn’t going to start up anytime soon.

  Well…what the fuck do I do now?

  It was actually a good question.

  Winding up with a dead engine kind of sucks. Adding in “in the middle of the night” and “in the woods” to the mixture is a pretty bad combination altogether. As I climbed out of my truck and slammed the door shut, I kicked the tire and lost my shit into the air for a moment.

  “GRAGASGHGHGH!”

  It didn’t make me feel any better, and I knew it. Fuming with anger, I bemoaned my sad fate as I sank against the truck, my ass sliding down to the dirt trail as I held my head in my hands.

  Coming this way had been a disaster, but with the last-second emergency that had clogged up the Interstate, I had been sort of lost on the options front. Stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I’d had bitterly consulted my tiny, pocket-sized god – my iPhone, Steve.

  It’s unoriginal, I know. Sue me.

  Anyway, Steve’s bright little screen had directed my attention to another route, running through a few backwoods towns and looping back to the Interstate. It also informed me that whatever holdup was going on with the highway extended until almost the spot where I’d hop back on my way, and adjusted my arrival time home from “an hour” to “three hours”.

  The decision wasn’t that hard to make.

  As soon as the exit lane was within reach, I peeled off and headed towards victory. Only…my signal dropped down to nothing one town in, and I found myself surrounded by a bunch of closed businesses and literally nobody out and about at this hour. So, biding my time, I’d driven on, remembering the route anyway. It was basically a straight shot for the majority of it, anyway.

  But I didn’t count on the route taking me off down the woods. Dark and foreboding, I wasn’t sure that I was willing to spend much of my time along the trail…but it was too dark to go any faster than a general crawl of twenty-five to thirty miles per hour (compared to my ninety down the Interstate), and that was that. Twenty minutes into it, I’d experienced my dead engine, and there’s where I found myself at the end of it...miserable and alone.

  Or, so I thought.

  ~

  I was still trying to assess things half an hour later, fiddling with a flashlight in my truck, when I heard the growl. It sounded like it was coming from right outside the vehicle, and I instantly began to panic. Waving the end of the torch around, I scrutinized everything within viewable distance – deep into the trees, or right outside. Nothing appeared on my visual radar, and I began to calm down.

  As I turned back to my driver’s side, I jumped and screamed. A tall, handsome man was standing at the window, shirtless and gazing at me.

  “Whoa! Get the fuck out of here!” I screamed, thrusting the beam in his direction. He immediately covered his eyes and took a few steps back.

  “Whoa, hold on, calm down!” He called out, struggling to see. “Sorry about scaring you! I was coming to find out if you needed help!”

  “Yeah right!” I grumbled loudly. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you need to get out of here. I’m fine! I’ve just…stopped for a minute!” I made sure to hold the beam in his face as I cowered backward across the seats.

  “Listen, lady,” he told me sternly, relaxing his posture slightly and holding his hand over his eyes, “you’ve been out here for coming up on an hour. This really isn’t a safe part of the woods. There are wild things out here. Come on, I’ve got a place not far from here.”

  “I’m not going fucking anywhere with you. You scared the shit out of me! It’s the middle of the night! I’ll take my chances out–”

  As if on cue, the growl was back. But this time, it sounded like it was right outside the truck. And it was loud.

  I gazed at the stranger, who was looking over my shoulder with a terrified gaze in his eyes.

  “Don’t…turn…around…” he told me through the glass. “If you turn around, that thing’s going to attack, and as soon as it gets through the glass…come towards me.” He waved his hands inwardly, keeping his eyes glued over my shoulder.

  He could have been lying, but the sound – and the look in his eyes – told me to believe him. As the growl slowly emanated again, I kept my eyes glued to him, slowly creeping his way.

  “That’s right…easy does it…just come towards me…” he murmured confidently. “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”

  I stopped at the door. “What now?” I whispered.

  “Slowly, carefully, climb out,” he answered. “But do not look back.”

  “Are you out of your GODDAMN MIND?” I hissed violently. “I am NOT climbing out of this truck with something like that outside!”

  “Look, lady, you’re going to have to trust me…you’ll be safe with me, I promise. But I need you to climb out, stay beside me, and don’t. Look. Back.”

  This entire scenario terrified me, but I did as he requested. Quietly, I popped the door open, climbing out to stand beside him, and closed the door behind myself. “Now what?”

  “We need to go. Now. Take my hand.”

  Hesitating, I finally put my hand in his, and we bolted from the truck into the trees. I stumbled around the bushes and underbrush as he effortlessly glided in front, pulling me through the darkness. I heard howling from behind, snarling, and unnatural footsteps, crashing through the foliage on our trail.

  “Oh fuck!” I cried out as we ran. “What the shit is going on?”

  “I’ll tell you when we’re safe!” The stranger told me, and we continued running. Cross-country had never quite been my strong suit, and by the time the house came into view, there was a tremendous stitch in my side. We clamored towards the steps and threw open the front door, and he bolted it shut behind us and flicked on the lights.

  Whatever the animal was, I heard it bang against the door, scratching at the doorknob and generally losing its shit. After a few moments of silence, there was some dampening thumping as it wandered down the steps and, by the sounds of it, off into the night.

  “What the fuck was that?” I asked.

  “Did you see it?” He demanded, pulling close. “Did you turn to look at it?”

  “No!”

  His gaze locked onto mine, his eyes searching my own. “I…believe you. Good. That means you’re safe.” />
  “Safe from what? What the fuck was that thing?”

  He smiled softly, which was odd, given the circumstances. “It was a werewolf.”

  ~

  The stranger poured me a cup of coffee several minutes later, and I took the warm mug from his hands and gazed around the house. It was an old building. Looked as if it had been constructed in the 30s, maybe the 40s. Sparse décor lined the walls, with simple furniture around – a matching, old couch and loveseat in the living room, one of those huge projector box TVs dominating the living room wall near them, with minimal upholstery around. The dining room table looked handcrafted, and so did the chairs for that matter. A staircase along the back of the living room told me that the bedrooms were mostly on a second floor.

  “A werewolf,” I finally repeated, taking my first sip.

  “That’s right,” the stranger smiled. “Name’s Randall, by the way. The other two’ll be back soon – Rionn and Rosco are those lot. We’re brothers, sort of.”

  “Sort of?”

  “Bit of a pack mentality, you might call it. But anyway, who are you, trapped out in the woods this late at night?”

  “My name’s Chloe,” I answered. “I was traveling back home after driving out to spend the week with some friends.”

  “Oh yeah? You enjoy yourself?”

  “Until I decided to skip the Interstate traffic and took a shortcut,” I chuckled briefly. “So. A werewolf.”

  “You’re kind of stuck on the werewolf thing, aren’t you?” He smiled softly.

  Under the light, I could properly study my mysterious savior. The guy had broad, strong shoulders and an incredible set of abdominals. His arms were thick, sculpted pieces of art, and his chiseled face had a thick scruff of beard that matched the thick, dark auburn hair across his scalp. Most intimidating, however, were his piercing green eyes.

  That, and the fact that he was still in nothing but jeans.

  “I can put a shirt on,” he slyly grinned, tilting his head.

  Fuck, he noticed that. “No, that’s fine. I mean. Whatever you’re comfortable with. What were you doing out there, anyway? In just jeans? You prowl the woods at night, running barefoot often?”

  “Bit of a night owl,” Randall chuckled. “Like to go for walks at night, long walks through the woods. Helps me…clear my head.”

  “At night? How do you see anything?

  “These bright eyes are good for that,” he mentioned, poking a fingertip just under one of his temples. “Something about this color, I guess. I see plenty well in the dark.”

  I opened my mouth to retort, but heard the door banging as the sound of hooping, hollering men burst into the room, soon followed by the men themselves. They looked slightly younger than Randall, but clearly similar to him. They even shared his fantastic physique and piercing green eyes.

  “Randall, you should’ve seen it, we saw–”

  The men went silent at the sight of me. I turned with my cup of coffee, staring at them.

  “This is them?” I asked innocently.

  “That’s right. Rionn, Rosco,” he introduced them, each nodding politely as their name was mentioned, “I’d like you to meet Chloe. She had some trouble with her truck, and we’re going to let her sleep here for the night.”

  “Am I?” I turned on him, staring inquisitively.

  “You…really don’t want to go back out there until sunrise,” he replied, before turning his attention to the others. “Our feral friend is back. Caught him about to make mincemeat of our guest. I followed him for half a mile. He was going straight for her.”

  The others grew solemn, and I studied everything going on around me with rapt attention.

  “We’re going to have to take care of him,” Randall continued. “We can’t have him attacking anyone in the middle of the night. If he can’t control himself, we’ll need to take things up a notch. Nobody gets hurt in my woods, you understand?”

  The others nodded. One of them piped up. “What do you want us to do?”

  “Find him,” Randall answered. “Bring him here. Chain him up until he changes back. We’ll figure something out afterwards.”

  “My hero,” I murmured, and although all of them turned to me at my words, they declined to comment. Rionn and Rosco left, the door clattering shut behind them. For a brief moment, I thought I saw some sort of glow from outside, but when I stepped up and flipped the curtain aside, there was nothing there.

  Not even them.

  ~

  “The werewolf doesn’t mean any harm, not really,” Randall explained as we were seated in the living room. “He’s a recent change, still can’t control his feral urges. It’s a rough time at the start. Doesn’t look like he has a pack or anything. Must be just him. Alone and figuring things out. Without guidance, it’ll be a while before he can retain his intelligence as he transforms.”

  “So, you’re seriously telling me that there’s a werewolf out there,” I sighed. “And what makes you the authority on werewolves?”

  “Well, he’s a bit of what you might call a…distance cousin,” Randall explained. “Shifters and weres are a bit different from each other. We’re lumped together all the time. Common mistake. But the differences are key.”

  “I’m sorry, shifters?” I laughed. “What, like, shapeshifters?”

  “Yeah,” he smiled warmly. “Shapeshifters. My packmates and I are wolf shifters, and we keep an eye on these woods after dark. Even without our furry friend, there can be some odd things in the woods. We generally try to keep people like yourself safe when you wind up out in them at night.”

  “Right. So, you turn into, like, a wolf and stuff?”

  “You don’t believe me.”

  “Of course I don’t fucking believe you.”

  “Right. How about a demonstration? But I must warn you…witnessing the change can inspire some feelings within certain women.”

  “I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “Don’t be so sure,” he smiled seductively. It was true that his incredible features made me practically melt, but that smile. On principle alone, I wasn’t going to fuck him, but…he was attractive. Highly so.

  I followed him out to the porch, and he stepped down into the grass. “Isn’t this a bad idea?” I asked, motioned out to the woods. “Isn’t your buddy still out there? He might come surprise us while we’re here.”

  “My brothers are already on the hunt for him. By now, they will have found him, perhaps even cornered him,” Randall explained. “You have nothing to fear right now. Are you ready?”

  I nodded, and Randall stepped a few more strides away, then turned to face me. The air around his body began to glimmer with a soft glow…and then he suddenly dropped to all fours, his body changing within a few blinks of the eye. The hair atop his head rustled down his body as his limbs contorted, and his body grew briefly as the muscles swelled up, growing leaner as they adjusted to their new configuration.

  After a moment, I was gazing upon the largest wolf I’d ever seen. He pawed a few steps towards me, climbing up the stairs as I began to step back. He came up to me, and then licked my hand, and I instinctively ran my fingers through the fur atop his head. He gave a soft grow in appreciation, and I scratched a little harder before pulling back. The wolf gazed upon me one last time, still bearing that brilliant tinge of green to his eyes, before padding down the steps and transforming back just as quickly.

  “There you have it,” Randall smiled. Unfortunately, his jeans had shredded with the transformation, and he was now completely naked on top of everything. I could see that the definition to his muscles didn’t stop at his waist, as his legs were fully sculpted as well…and that he had a massive swinging cock between his thighs. “I’m sorry,” he nonchalantly mentioned as he realized his nakedness, although he made no ill attempt to hide it. “I’ll find some jeans in a moment,” he smiled.

  There was a rustling outside the trees, and he instantly turned to regard whoever was approaching in the dark. “Rio
nn? Rosco? Is that you?”

  “We can’t find him!” Came a call from the brothers…but in the distance. Whatever was here…it wasn’t them.

  “Oh fuck me,” I blurted out, taking another step backwards. “That thing is here!”

  “Turn around!” Randall demanded, whipping around to face me. “It won’t target you if you don’t see it!”

  But it was too late. The creature had stepped out from the trees, and the clouds parted just in time to show it in the light of the full moon. Standing on its hind legs, it was a horrendous beast, shaped like a hunched man, but easily seven feet tall with the head of a wolf and broad, shaggy shoulders that ended in fierce arms and thick claws. With a face filled with murderous intent, the beast snarled a tremendous burst of fury from its lungs.