Wolf Hunter by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

Author:Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Fighting like a tiger to get free of the heavy net encapsulating her, Abby struggled and pushed against the rope, kicking and tearing at what held her in a crouched position.

“No use burning off more energy,” Sam said. “You tripped the wire.”

She didn’t stop struggling.

“What are you doing here, anyway, Abby, when I told you to go home? See how that little rebellion panned out?”

“Is this how you catch them, Sam, before you shoot at close range? You drop a net?”

Irritation deepened Sam’s voice. “Actually, we prefer to catch some wolves alive.”

She didn’t know that, and was horrified by the thought.

“You don’t need to know any more than you already do,” Sam said. “That part isn’t your business. The question I have is about what the hell you’re still doing out here, and who it might benefit?”

Abby looked up at her father through the holes in the net. Her heart raced. She was tired of being out of breath.

“Something has happened to you, Abby.” Sam stood over her imperiously. “Mind telling me what that is?”

“Mind getting this thing off me first?”

Sam made a motion with his hand to stay the hunter on his right and said, “Consider it penance for being foolish twice in one night.”

Abby swallowed hard, disliking Sam more than ever.

“It’s heavy, Sam.”

“So are your recent transgressions.”

“My transgressions? I’m only running around in a park where you make a habit of killing things.”

Sam went quiet. Abby’s heart stuttered.

Then Sam spoke to the other hunter. “You go on. I’ll deal with my daughter.”

With those directions, Abby’s mind moved on to one relatively new thread in particular—the werewolves that hunters caught in nets, and how Sam disposed of them after they’d been trapped. She wondered what it felt like for innocent Weres to look up at the instruments of their death without being able to do anything about it because they couldn’t even state their case without a human voice.

All those beautiful pelts, not all of which came from criminals.

Her mind skipped to Cameron, whose skin hadn’t been completely covered by the fur these hunters coveted when he had shifted. She wondered why he didn’t have a full pelt, and what hunters might do to a catch like Cameron, with no pelt money coming. Throw him back? Kill him, anyway?

How did Sam dispose of his kills so neatly, and so close to thousands of people?

“Let me up,” she said as calmly as she could manage. “Before I start shouting and scare everyone.”

Sam stepped closer, towering over her, his stance as imposing as the rifle in his left hand. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I told you I’m sick.”

“That’s not the whole story.”

“Isn’t it enough?”

“You’re in the way, Abby. I’ll take you back and lock you in. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

“I want to talk now.”

Sam didn’t free her. He continued to stare down at her with a curious expression etched into the lines of his rugged face.

“I really am sick,” she said.

Sam’s response hit like a hot poker to her soul.

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