Lunar Mates 3: Chasing the Moon by Loribelle Hunt

Author:Loribelle Hunt [Hunt, Loribelle]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-06T07:10:44+00:00

Chapter Five

Awe froze Summer in place. The wolf’s call was a claiming of the land he stood on, of all that lived in it, including her. He was huge; his shoulders would reach her hip if he stood at her side. His coat was thick. Black and gray on his back and face blended into brown and white down his sides and belly. At the end of his cry, he sat on his haunches and watched her. She almost wept for her lack of camera.

She’d always been drawn to wolves; found them majestic and spent years studying them, trying to figure out what their hold over her was. Her past rushed at her and when she took her first step toward him, she knew this was a continuing part of her lifelong journey. Her whole life led to this moment, this choice. She paused when she reached him, yearning to dig her fingers through his fur but unsure if she could take the final plunge into a murky future. Sinking to her knees, not touching him but within easy reach, she looked up to meet his eyes. The longing there that mirrored her own would have knocked her on her butt if she wasn’t already there.

She gave into temptation, pushing fingers through the hair around his muzzle, and the memory of one of her first dreams of him rose in her mind. Not this scene, but one like it. She and the wolf on a path in the woods, surrounded by the pure white of new snow. He licked her face, startling her out of the reverie, and she laughed. Even in the form of a wolf, he gave her the look she was coming to associate with his annoyance at her silence.

“You expect me to talk to you like this?”

He gave her a big-toothed wolfy grin, and she giggled.

“I’m suddenly getting this whole Little Red Riding Hood vibe.”

The wolf made a sound between a snort and a grunt that she took for laughter. She sat in the dirt and laughed with him. It was surreal. She had always wanted to be able to do a more in-depth, personal study of a werewolf. But being bonded to one, though it gave her the exposure, threw a major wrench in her plans. With her world spinning way out of her control, she laughed until she cried. The wolf nuzzled her face, licking away the tears in a gesture she found oddly comforting. Shaking off the weird emotional outburst, she rose to her feet. They started down the path, her hand buried in the thick fur at his nape. Switching back and forth down the mountainside, she was surprised at how quickly they reached the bottom.

He took the bag between his teeth and stepped behind a clump of trees, while she looked around. The village lay nestled between mountain peaks. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but the rustic Alps-looking scene wasn’t it. Jackson joined her on the path, dressed again with the bag across his back.

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