Claimed by the Pack - The Complete Series: Werewolf Shifter Romance by Kimber White

Author:Kimber White [White, Kimber]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-08T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

Harold and Pat stood in the doorway together. They formed a human shield, shoving me behind them as we watched the edge of the woods. Tucker appeared first, tall and strong. He held his tail high and his ears pricked as he emerged through the tree line. Reed and Barrett came next, standing shoulder to shoulder with their leader.

As he came into the clearing, Tucker’s steps were slow, deliberate, and predatory. He, Reed, and Barrett stood at the foot of the porch steps. His silver eyes flashed wild and fixed on me. My heart trilled at the sight of him.

“Where’s Jake?” Pat said. She and Harold didn’t budge, holding their human barrier between me and the wolves. Until we understood Tucker’s rage, they meant to protect me from it. I loved them for it, but wanted to run down the steps and take Tucker’s powerful head in my hands and quell the beast inside.

I listened for Jake. Just as I sensed him, he bounded out from the woods, shaking off his fur as he loped across the yard to stand at Barrett’s shoulder.

Harold finally took a step forward. He tilted his head from side to side, as though his eyes, sightless for decades, still yearned to focus. He kept his back straight, his stance wide. It was a gesture Tucker and the others understood. The pack was welcome here, but this was still Harold’s house, and they wouldn’t take another step unless he invited them to.

Tucker made a quick bow of his head. Fat droplets of rain ran down his snout. Though Harold couldn’t see him do it, he must have sensed the change in the pack. Though I loved them for doing it, I wasn’t going to hang back a second longer. Tucker was my Alpha. This was my pack. Whatever happened, I wanted to face it head on. I took a step onto the porch.

Tucker and the pack shifted in a perfect synchrony of rolling fur and twisting muscles. The four of them stood before us, rain dripping off their chiseled bodies. Each of them had their perfectly formed male physiques on full display. Pat turned and ran down the hall with a speed I didn’t know she had. She came back holding a stack of white bath towels.

“Get under the roof and dry yourselves off. I’ll not have the four of you coming into my house like that, and dripping all over my freshly polished floor boards. Plus, I don’t need all those cocks flying around my face, for God’s sake.”

Harold cocked his head, “Well, time was . . .”

Pat reached over and backhanded him in the head before Harold could finish his sentence. It cut the tension in the air considerably and I tried not to laugh.

My eyes found Tucker’s again. He tucked his towel low around his hips and walked toward me. My flesh seared hot where his fingers closed around my wrist as he started to lead me into the house. Before we crossed the threshold, Harold stuck his cane out and blocked Tucker’s path.

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