Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)
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Lunara bowed to her. “Princess, I must speak to him, alone.”
The black she-wolf, who claimed him, glared at him, but left.
Confusion raked his soul. Human or not, Gaby, not that other she-wolf, belonged to him. He caught Lunara’s familiar scent. “Are you real?”
“Yes. I’m a wolf shaman. I travel in dreams and to the other side of the veil. You are still part of the living.”
Gaby called, “Kane, where are you?”
“Return to us,” said Lunara.
“Not without Gaby.”
Lunara moved closer. “You have no choice. We will find you. She will be safer without you.”
Safer? Not a chance. His inner wolf studied Lunara, and a tinge of familiarity flashed through his mind. A pack led by an older white alpha she-wolf shadowed Lunara. Could the white alpha be his mother? Or his pack leader? He sniffed the wolf shaman. “You know my pack?”
“Yes. We will help you remember.”
“What will that mean for Gaby?”
“You will let her go.”
“I’d rather not know if it means never seeing her again.”
“You are a prince. Once you regain your memories, you will understand.”
Gaby called, “Kane, don’t leave me.”
He turned and ran toward Gaby. She stood in front of their vehicle.
“Prince Steele!” Lunara’s howl echoed behind him.
A ten-foot werewolf, stepped out of the woods, the kind depicted in old paintings from the Middle Ages. Dressed in a long black robe with the head of a monstrous wolf, he walked like a man. Lunara shouted, “Griswold of Bedburg.”
The giant werewolf spotted Gaby and charged.
Gaby got into the car before he reached her and drove away.
The werewolf dropped his black robe and dashed after her. The killer made a maddening leap, landing on the hood of the speeding vehicle.
Kane gave chase.
The road curved and twisted, narrowing along a cliff edge. Taking a turn too fast, Gaby’s vehicle skidded and shot off the cliff, plunging down the mountain.
“No!”
“Kane, wake up.”
The wolf snarled, stood and glanced around, snapping out of his nightmare. He blinked. Sunrise. Sweet Gaby. He shuddered, releasing tension. Gaby. Safe. The parked car. The camp.
She sat, disheveled, her sleeping bag unzipped. “You had quite a doggy nightmare.”
Drunk with happiness, he wagged his tail and licked her face.
Gaby giggled and tried to brush him away. “Okay, stop.”