Werewolves in Love 3: Ready to Run by Kinsey Holley

She could barely breathe. Eyes squeezed shut, terror weighting her limbs, she’d listened to the fight outside, heard the gunshots, and wondered if a werewolf would be walking through the door at any second.
    You’re safe now. Was she? How could a man, even a Marine with a gun, fight two werewolves?
    But there he was, walking through the front door, alive and alone, her big blond beautiful savior. She stared at him a moment, afraid to trust her eyes. Then the terror subsided, releasing her body, and she launched herself across the tiny living room, throwing her arms around his neck with a hoarse cry.
    “Nash! Oh God, oh thank you!” Her body felt like she had the flu, all hot and cold at once, still shaking. His body felt like a rock in the middle of the ocean—hard, strong and safe. “I didn’t—couldn’t—he was here when I got here, and—and—he knew my name, and he said he was—”
    He held her tightly for a few sweet seconds, then suddenly let go. When she started to stumble, Nash grasped her by the shoulders, his eyes locked on her face. “Sara, we have to leave. The FBI are on the way, and if they find you here, they’ll take you in.”
    It took a couple of seconds to understand what she’d heard. “FBI? What— Why?”
    “Because I called them. They’ve been after these guys for months, and they’ll want to haul you and the rest of your family in for questioning.”
    “My fam— Why’d you call the FBI?”
    “I’ll tell you all about it, but somewhere else. We have to go, angel. Now.”
    He started pulling her towards the door. Frightened again, and now confused as well, she jerked her arm away. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me why you called the FBI! Nash, what are you doing here?”
    “Sara, we can’t—” He tried to grasp her arm again, and again she pulled away. He grimaced and blew out a breath. “Look. I promise I’ll tell you everything, but we—”
    “Why’d you call the FBI? How’d you know I was out here? Do you know who that werewolf is? What the hell are you doing?” The rising panic made her voice squeak.
    “I called the FBI because I’ve been helping them track these guys.”
    “What guys?”
    He jerked his head in the direction of the front yard. “Those guys—European wolves. Wait. You don’t know who that is?”
    “No! I never saw him before! Wayne made me come out here, and when I got here, Grandma was— She was— I saw…” She took another deep breath, blinking away tears. He reached for her hands, and this time she didn’t pull away.
    “Is she dead?”
    Sara nodded. “And he was waiting for me. He knew my name, Nash! Wayne— Wayne told him about me. Told him I— I was delicious.” She broke off with a shudder.
    Suddenly he was grinning at her. What could make him smile at a time like this?
    “Wait a minute. You didn’t come out here to meet this guy? You were really bringing food to your grandmother?”
    “N-no. Not food—money. But I was bringing it to Grandma, not that guy.” She fixed her gaze on the perfect blond stubble of his chin. The first time she’d seen him, she thought he looked like the GQ version of a biker. “How did you know who that werewolf was?”
    “They’re why I came to Luxor—I’ve been watching Wayne.”
    “Why? Wayne doesn’t know any werewolves!”
    “Yes he does. These wolves have been moving in on y’all’s operation, and I hoped by tailing him I might run into them. If Wayne set you up like this, it means he’s working with them. Sara, we really need to move.”
    She felt stupid, sluggish, unable to understand what was going on. “It’s not my operation, it’s my grandmother’s. What about JP’s? You’re not a fishing guide?”
    “No, that was a cover. I’m a private investigator.”
    “So everything you’ve told me is a lie?”
    He ran a hand through his long hair and grimaced. She could feel the nervousness and impatience rolling off him.
    “No, Sara, not everything. I