Snow's Surrender (A Snow White Werewolf Tale) by Kristin Miller

Author:Kristin Miller [Miller, Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Scorched)
Published: 2017-06-18T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Hunter

I should stay away. Let Snow make her decision for herself. If she wants to be with Malcolm, I should let her. I’ve never been one to chase a woman. Especially one who seems hell-bent on leaving to be with another dude.

But damn, she’s got me twisted.

I lived without her just fine for the last five years. But now, after this weekend, I see her in a different light. Now, fuck five years. I’m not going to be able to live another five minutes without her by my side.

The guys have already high-tailed it out of the lodge. They’re probably at the White Estate by now with the rest of our pack, ready to watch the ceremony. I’ve been dragging my feet, contemplating whether I should skip the ceremony all together and simply give her the gift from her father afterward. But those damn seconds tick, tick, tick away, eating at my insides until they’re raw.

I can’t stay away.

Before I realize what the hell’s going on, my feet lead me to the edge of the forest next to the estate. The harsh afternoon sun looms overhead, illuminating the peppering of wolves over the lawn, and the wide back porch where Snow and her stepmother should be standing, overseeing the induction. I can’t see them from back here, but I know the routine—it can’t have changed that much since I’ve been gone. A wave of heat washes over me, causing my shirt to stick to my back and beads of sweat to trickle down my temple.

I search for Snow on the back porch and in the sea of wolves in front of me.

She’s not here.

Movement catches my eye near the main house. Someone is shrinking into the shadows, pacing the porch.

Malcolm.

I slink closer, my heightened sense of smell picking up his pungent scent: earthy tones mixed with something feral and dark. His long strands of golden fur flatten in the wind as he edges toward the center of the porch and postures in front of everyone. Malcolm is burlier than I thought he’d be, but he’s still no match for me, and I’m itching for him to throw down a challenge.

Where’s Snow?

She should be here…

Creeping toward the rear of the pack as their attention is honed in on Malcolm, I shift into wolf form in stride. Clothes are ripped to shreds as strength pulses through my muscles. Letting the shifting energy snap through me, I drop to all fours and pad over the lawn, my claws digging into the soil. My senses intensify—if that’s possible—and everything becomes clear as crystal. The chirping of birds in the trees behind me. The scent of each of the packmates in front of me. The hard pounding of my heart as it calls to Snow’s.

Packmates, Malcolm says, facing his wolf brothers and sisters, projecting his thoughts loud and clear. Mrs. White will be out here in a moment, but first, I must thank her and Snow for their hospitality this weekend. It’s been an enlightening few days, at least on my part.

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