Spellbound Falls 3 - Courting Carolina by Janet Chapman

Author:Janet Chapman
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781101581377
Publisher: Jove Books
Published: 2012-08-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Alec came awake with a groan, then used a growl to propel himself upright only to go perfectly still at the sight of five—no, six—wolves sitting scattered around him in the lean-to, their wet fur glistening in the rising sun.

Son of a bitch, where was his knife? He was still dressed—because undressing had been too much effort after limping back to the lean-to last night—but he was pretty sure he’d pulled the sheath off his belt so the hilt wouldn’t keep jabbing his ribs while he’d slept. But where in the name of God had he put it?

Making sure not to show any outward sign, Alec inwardly tensed in preparation of defending himself, despite knowing he didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of surviving. Six goddamn wolves. Christ, talk about pissing off Jane’s father; the old bastard really was going to feed him to the orcas.

Where in hell was his knife?

Hearing soft thumping, it took Alec a moment to realize the closest wolf was wagging its tail. “Kit?” he whispered, squinting into the rising sun trying to make out its features. The thumping grew faster and the wolf ducked its head with a soft whine, then suddenly stood up, walked over, and gave him a smelly lick on the face. Alec didn’t move so much as a muscle, uncertain if that had been a friendly hello or a taste. One of the other wolves tilted its head back on a huge yawn, then lay down and rested its chin on its paws with a heavy sigh—the other four following its lead and dropping like dominoes. Kit flopped down and rested his broad snout on Alec’s thigh, his lupine brows puckered over soulful eyes as he gazed up at him.

Okay then; either he had six new buddies or the orca-wolves needed a little nap before they ripped him to shreds. Still, he’d feel better if he could get his hands on his knife—which he finally saw sticking out from under Kit.

So now what was he supposed to do? Because he was pretty sure going back to sleep was out of the question. Nor was he inclined to pick his way over a small herd of wolves and bolt for the safety of the privy only to get trapped there. Alec started to lift his hands to rub his face, but stopped in midlift when all six heads rose.

Christ, just what he needed; six spies. Or jailors, maybe? Had Titus sent them to make sure he stayed away from Nova Mare?

Well, he supposed it beat becoming bait chum. Alec finished raising his hands and rubbed his face—gingerly, in deference to his swollen jaw—then gazed around the lean-to. Damn, it felt empty despite being full of wolves. It was also too damned quiet.

Keeping an eye on his guests, Alec slowly reached for his duffel bag and slid it over, unzipped it, then shoved a hand inside and felt around. He pulled out a plastic bag and opened it, gathered up a fistful of Jane’s hair, and held it out to Kit.

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