she’dcome to him, embrace him in his wolf form and tell him that she wanted to bewith him? Or even better, he could have partially shifted, leaving himself halfhuman so that she could have recognized him. That would surely have endearedher to him immediately.
Hey, babe, lookin’ for a hairy guy who likes quiet walks on the beach and theoccasional piece of raw meat? Are you up for a little howling at the moon? Andhow do you feel about sex with a half man, half wolf? Pretty hot, huh?
Damn, if that was the best plan he had, he was screwed, and not in a good way. The problem was she blew away his normally clear, logical approach to things. All he wanted to do when he saw her was rip her clothes off piece by piece,preferably with his teeth, and lick every square inch of her body.
Twice.
He kept his eyes on her as she slipped inside and closed the door. Probably tossedsome furniture in front of it too, just for extra safety. He’d seen the look on herface when she’d spotted him. That wide-eyed fear in her eyes. She knew nothingabout his kind.
This was going to take some time. Gain her trust first, then revelations. Not theother way around. He was moving too fast and he knew it.
Try telling his body to be patient. It wasn’t listening to his head. At least not thehead located on the upper part of his body.
No sense lingering here. It hadn’t been difficult to follow her home since shedrove along the tree-lined streets. Not too far from the hotel either.
After she’d run off at the restaurant, he figured he’d better give her some space. So he’d headed for the nearest wooded area and shifted, needing a run to clear hisown head. And while he was at it, thought he might as well as try to pick up thescent of other packs.
Problem was, the only scent he focused on was Shannon’s. He’d picked up herunique scent when she drove past him, and he’d followed, ending up in front ofher condo, no doubt scaring the hell out of her.
Enough. Pushing thoughts of Shannon from his mind, he took off in a run. Themoonless night left him free to roam at will without the chance of anyone fromthe nearby roads spotting him. He ran for miles, stretching the travel kinks fromhis legs and breathing in the scented night air.
He’d stop occasionally, sniff the area around him to see if he could pick up apack’s scent. Nothing yet. But then again he didn’t expect to find many, if any,wolves in this area.
The thought both excited him and punched him with a loneliness he hadn’texpected. He was alone here, and if he found a pack and challenged the alpha forleadership, then he’d have a new family. But his current family resided in Boston,and he had to adjust to the fact he was on his own now.
His brother Jason had to do it when he moved from the pack to follow hispolitical career in Washington. And he’d adjusted just fine. Max would, too. Besides, they’d known this was coming from the time they were young pups. The Devlin family was well connected in politics and industry, and it was their primegoal to branch out in all geographic areas and establish dominance. This project in New Orleans with the Storm family was just what they’d been looking for as ameans to gain a stronghold in the south.
After wandering a bit, Max came upon a lake. While there were some heavilypopulated areas around the calm water, there were also plenty of places withdense trees and unoccupied land. He noted his surroundings and marked his scent. First off, to find it again, second, to alert any other packs in the area that there wasa new wolf in town.
He spotted a few houses along the way, nestled deep within the trees and noneighbors within visual distance. Skirting around the front, he noted the For Salesign on one.
There was a dense wooded area right behind the house. He traveled within,feeling at home with the smells and sounds of the forest. He picked up a scent ofwolves, too. Faint, but there nevertheless. Whether they were still