i

ders of my pack’s land, I had no idea my trip back home would incl

lden hair that falls in a thick curtain around her shoulders. Petite, but with perfect curves beneath her tight blue je

eel like a fucking perv holding her while my cock dangles freely beneath her ass.

injured wrist to her chest. The limb is wrapped in a hard brace, which I take to mean i

ke pity wells up inside me as

d fragile and beat all to hell. She deserves a white kni

ot the fucking

It’s miles from any civilization that doesn’t belong to my pack. Humans can’t just stumble onto

lucky I eve

to make sure they were still firmly intact. Some vague instinct kept me from climbing to the top of the cliff—wolf’s intuition or some shit—and coaxed me into

s my patrol got cut off early. N

aries to begin with. Typically, where we smell a witch, there’s a witch to be found, and having to lug this injured

posed to

been torn to pieces and tossed out like trash? She’s not a shifter, and she’s not my responsibility. I should

et… I

ooking, and I guarantee she wouldn’t know how to survive out here even i

r weight in my a

ut it’s late even for wolves, so the majority of the pack is sleeping. We’re sometime in the darkness before dawn i

ack members’ homes, searching for any sign of life. Nobody here would be happy that I’ve brought an outsider in.

path is

there. Maybe she just needs a ride somewhere. Maybe she was taking a hike and lost her way. Wouldn’t be

the girl’s nicely rounded ass, and a tingle of warmth shoots through me. I rein in the beast with a

y. I add the scent of her body to the mix—the thick, cloying smell of dirt, the tang

n’t acquainte

stream smell, I’m sure. I peel off her torn, filthy sweatshirt and discard it on the floor, then reach for the button on he

they finally begin to peel away, they expose a pair of soft cotton panties. They’re not anything special, not

my eyes and head for the closet. I need to cover

nd up in th

r of pajama pants that might not fall off her gorgeous ass. They’ll have

ut distraction, and lean over her, running my gaze over her wounds. Whatever she did, she got torn up anywher

hing I notice, and my eyes narrow a

s covered

ucking feet. Small scars, round scars, cuts so thin they look like they were carved intentionally. Some old, some new, and some ne

re put on her

s dig into my palms through the fabric. She’s so fucking beautiful. So fragile,

ly tug the shirt over her head.With the most intimate of her injuries covered, I feel a little more level-headed. I mov

, her good hand resting beneath her cheek. I tuck the blankets around her, marveling again at how lovely she is. Despite the fact that my cock has a mind

inguish the bedroom light

rned, no one will h

amn fucking