Moonlight Hunters_A Reverse Harem Shifter Romance by K. R. Alexander

Author:K. R. Alexander [Alexander, K. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Six Wolves Press
Published: 2018-08-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

The moon crept down the bowl of the sky. I was shivering, hands tucked under my arms, while I tried not to move or make a noise—though I had my hoodie in my bag that I longed to put on under the jacket.

I couldn’t count the wolves from this distance and in the dark. Easily a dozen adults coming and going, sometimes playing with each other, chasing one another around the hill and wood. What threw me, though, left me bewildered, was that there were pups. Not human-looking children referred to as pups. There were a couple of actual puppies, maybe three or four months old in canine terms, bounding around in the long grass, flashing in and out of sight.

At last, while I bit my tongue to keep my teeth from chattering, Jed stood. He walked forward. Just as I was shifting to get to my feet, he stopped, looked over his shoulder, and showed me his teeth. Then he walked on into the open grass.

I remained where I was.

They detected him almost at once, by sight or sound or smell, and vanished. Just like that. One moment the hill was busy with tussling, bouncing, relaxing wolves. The next, flashes of fur in silver light and gone. Nothing but a hillside, a wood, a faint ripple in the grass from a breeze.

Jed stood alone in the open space, ears pricked to the hill.

A silence such as I had never heard in my adult life, living in the city, filled the wood around us.

Then Jed tossed back his head and howled. The sound was low on the scale, mournful and somber, rising to a higher pitch like a question, then quickly dying away.

Once more, he stood still, waiting.

Something moved on the hillside. A silvery figure detached from the root system of an old tree growing from the hill and trotted forward. It stopped in the grass to regard him, still fifty yards away from the black wolf.

Jed lowered his head and wagged his tail.

It moved forward again, tentative, and he walked up to greet it. They touched noses and the smaller, pale wolf lashed its tail like a dog. A female, I assumed by the size beside him. Or else quite young. She nuzzled his face, spun in a tight circle, nudged him again, and sniffed over his ruff and down to his forepaws as if reading a newspaper.

Jed stepped away.

The pale wolf dropped to her elbows, rump in the air, tail waving, then sped to the hill.

By the time she reached it, there were other wolves visible watching them. She bounded to each and whined in the silent wood as she greeted them, then ran back toward Jed. Her message could not have been more plain: Look who’s here!

Yet how could it be possible these were werewolves at all and not true wolves? Those puppies…

As she flew back to him, others also approached, but slow, uneasy, tension filling the space.

Jed did not chase or even greet her return.

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