The Last Shifter: A Paranormal Romance Complete Series by Sadie Moss

Author:Sadie Moss [Moss, Sadie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

From zero to a hundred—and back to zero again.

The flames of desire licking through my body died instantly as my heart lurched in my chest, and I scrambled down from Jackson’s arms. He looked just as worried as I felt, his amber eyes gleaming as he turned his head back toward the Lost Pack camp.

“Fuck. You’re right. Goddamn it, what now?”

He shot me a quick look, regret and lingering heat sparking in his eyes for a brief moment, but before I could react, he was shifting again. Thankfully, my wolf had perked up at the sound of the howls, and she sprang to the surface quickly when I called her. Now I just had to hope she wouldn’t abandon me halfway back to the base.

I yipped, and Jackson wheeled around, setting off through the trees at a fast run. As a human, I was nearly a foot shorter than him, but my wolf was larger than his, allowing me to keep pace easily as he weaved through clusters of trees and darted around bushes.

The howls had stopped, and I kept my ears pricked for any other noises, searching for signs of an attack. As we neared the camp, new sounds reached us. Barks and growls punctuated by whines. Finally, we reached the outlying buildings of the abandoned base, cutting between the large, single-story wood and concrete structures. We followed the sounds toward an open pavilion in the center of the compound.

My heart sank as we neared it. Not again.

I supposed I should be glad. It wasn’t a Strand attack like I’d initially feared. But that hardly made this better. Two wolves squared off in the large open space, surrounded by a loose circle of shifters—some in human form, some wolf. The crowd was tense, on edge, as they watched the challenge play out.

The wolves in the center were roughly the same size, or at least, they would’ve been if one of them wasn’t severely underweight. The larger one had dusky fur, almost black, while the other had gray and white markings. The black-haired wolf was a member of the Lost Pack. Daniel, I thought his name was. The other wolf, Tara, had come with us from Salt Lake. She was an anxious woman, distrustful of almost everyone, including her pack mates from the Strand complex. I’d only spoken to her a few times because she almost never shifted to human form, preferring to spend her days as a wolf.

Jackson and I skidded to a stop amid the onlookers and shifted back quickly. I grabbed the shoulder of the woman in front of me and hissed, “What’s going on? What set them off?”

“What do you think?” The older woman shook her head. “Territory.”

Damn it. Despite Alpha Elijah’s claims that all escaped shifters were welcome here, in actual practice, it’d been a little different than that. The Lost Pack hadn’t added any new members for over a year before we showed up, and prior to that, wolves had arrived in a slow trickle, in ones and twos.

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