Cook, Kris - Primal Desire [Texas Wolf Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Kris Cook

Gran’s. She didn’t want to be alone.
    Another round of tears fell until her eyes burned.
    As she turned another corner, the headlights revealed the reason she had to hit the brakes. Six wolves were in the center of the road, shoulder to shoulder, blocking her path.

    * * * *

    Luke’s wolf breath came fast and furious as he raced down the path on all fours. The tribal shifters were on his land, and worse, Megan was headed straight for them.
    The sound of his truck skidding on the gravel told him that he was too late, and still he ran. Another thirty seconds and he came to the entrance of his property just in time to see six tribesmen shifting back into human form, completely naked per usual.
    His truck, with Megan inside, was only a few inches from the six males—Rance, Troy, Hawk, Sloan, Cort, and Darius. He saw her eyes were wide and her white-knuckled hands were clutching the steering wheel.
    “There’s the motherfucker.” Hawk Tartoka pointed at him. “Over there.”
    Years ago, Hawk’s mother, Luke’s aunt, had left the tribe to marry an outsider from Dallas. His aunt had returned with Hawk eighteen months before the awful accident when everything had changed for him and his cousin. His kinship with Hawk no longer mattered. With the anger the guy carried for him now, Luke knew that Hawk would be perfectly thrilled to try to rip him to shreds tonight.
    Remaining in wolf shape, Luke braced himself for the pending brawl.
    Rance and Troy, Megan’s sister’s fiancés, glared at him but didn’t approach.
    “Let’s get him.” Hawk shifted back into wolf form, but Rance grabbed him by the ear.
    “Cool your jets, Hawk. Let’s hear him out,” Troy stated. He went to the driver’s-side door of Luke’s truck and opened it. “You okay, Megan?”
    Luke felt his fur rise up at the sight of another man being so close to his mate.
    “I–I’m…okay. Yes.” Megan left the cab and walked to the front of his truck with Troy following close behind.
    The sight of another man inches from Megan, who was wrapped in only a sheet, drove Luke to the brink of rage.
    He willed himself to human form.
    His mate gasped. “Luke? Wow. I’m not sure I’ll get used to the magic stuff or werewolves.”
    “Shifters,” Hawk corrected.
    Luke glared at Troy. “Step away from her. Now.”
    He frowned. “Fuck off.”
    Luke lunged forward, but the other five men jumped in front of him. His fists became living things, pounding on the naked bodies of the men that stood between him and his mate. He smelled blood, his and the others’, though he felt no pain. But the sharp odor of freshly spilled plasma added to his craze. He shifted back to wolf form before the five tribesmen did. He got his fangs into Hawk’s right back paw, causing the young shifter to howl.
    “Stop it!” Megan screamed, pulling him from his madness. “Damn it, what the hell is going on? This is ridiculous!”
    Luke saw Megan from the corner of his eyes. She dropped to the ground on her knees and put her hands up to her face. Instantly, he stopped fighting the others. He felt a wolf bite his right leg and another his left, but when they realized that he’d ended his attack on them, they stopped.
    Catching his breath, he shifted into human form again. All but Cort and Sloan also became their human selves again. The two who remained in wolf shape growled at him, staying within pouncing distance should he make a wrong move. He wouldn’t.
    “It’s okay, Megan. We’ve stopped,” he said, hoping to calm her.
    She looked up. Troy was behind her, but Luke vowed not to react. Not now. “What the hell was that about?”
    Rance looked at her. “Nightmare came back without you. We came looking.”
    “And?” She stood up, wrapping her sheet even more tightly around her body.
    “We followed your scent to the edge of Luke’s land.”
    “Got it. Shifter powers. So? That still doesn’t explain why you were ready to rip him to shreds when he showed up.”
    “He