Devon's Gamble (Wolves' Heat) by Lynne Odessa

Author:Lynne, Odessa [Lynne, Odessa]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Odelyn Publishing
Published: 2013-08-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Devon grabbed the bag and the lockbox and ran for the stairs that led to the attic room where Ian stored his weapons and hoped to God Gerald didn’t let himself get killed. Light spilled through the hallway from his workroom, becoming nothing but dark shadows the further he got from it.

Ian’s grandfather had been a military man and he’d left Ian a decent collection of weapons when he’d died. Devon had whistled when he saw them and Ian had laughed at him, because until that moment, Devon hadn’t been much for weapons outside of a pocket knife and a small gun he had taken from Gran when he’d left.

He’d been fucking Brendan for about a week at the time and he had hated Ian within five minutes of meeting him, because it was the first time he’d witnessed Brendan and Ian together and he’d realized right away that Brendan was just passing time with him, waiting for Ian.

He didn’t like those memories, didn’t like the reminder that he’d almost thought he was in love for the first time. That meeting had saved him from a much bigger heartache later but he’d had a hard time getting friendly with Ian and it had taken a couple years before they’d moved past it.

And Brendan hadn’t even noticed, the asshole. Devon was a hell of a lot closer to Ian these days than he was to Brendan.

He turned the corner at the landing, then slammed through the door and breathed in the stale air filling the uncooled attic room. Moonlight filtered in through a small square window on the far side of the room. He crossed the plywood floor to the sound of Gerald laying down on the horn.

His nerves stretched taut.

If he didn’t get to rest soon, he was going to fall over, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on how much like shit he felt.

He dropped the lockbox and dragged out a rifle from among the collection of guns, one of the few he’d practiced with, and then started looking for the ammo that went with it.

A clatter sounded from somewhere below in the house.

Devon’s heart thudded heavy against the inside of his chest and he made himself take a slow breath.

He wasn’t good enough with the weapon to load it in the dark.

He went to the door and found the cheap switch plate. The lights blinked on.

He shoved a handful of bullets into the gun, one after another. He wished he knew how to load one of the goddamn bigger guns but he had to settle for something he knew how to use.

If circumstances had been different, this could have been Kem he was preparing to stand off against. Kem and his pack, and the thought made him hesitate on the last bullet, but then he gritted his teeth and shoved it in place anyway.

Couldn’t think about that. Heat season and human scent drove all rational thought from their brains and those wolves had come after him and Gerald so aggressively that there was no way they were on repression drugs.

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