Kodiak Moment: An Alpha Werebear Paranormal Shifter Romance (The Arcadia Knights Book 2) by Olivia Gayle Page A
Authors: Olivia Gayle
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unsure what else to say. Her brother was a big fan of Deadliest Catch and all things Alaska-themed TV programming. He'd probably jumped at the chance to come up here to get her. "Seriously, Andrew? And why Edgar, not Sig?"
"I dunno," he said, shrugging, "he's really good about dealing with a tyrannical older sibling."
Abby rolled her eyes and reached out to smack her brother on the arm, which he dodged. Well, tried to dodge at least; he rubbed his shoulder, giving her a wide-eyed look and a wry grin. "When did you get so fast?"
The bemused observation immediately soured Abby's mood. Her mouth turned down and she stared at her hands. "I just want my bike back so I can get out of here," she muttered, staring at her nails. It was so easy to imagine them becoming claws, weapons that could hurt people, like her brother.
Not for the first time, she regretted leaving the cabin like she had. It had seemed so logical at the time: get away from the crazy, get her bike back, and deal with things as they happened.
She hadn't expected to come back to civilization to see her face on the newspaper and her family frantic to find her. She’d flagged down a snowmobile search party after walking several hours from the cabin. The weather had been cold, but Abby had been unaffected, even when faced with the chilly wind on the back of the snow vehicle.
She’d gotten into town, only to find that her brother was there already, looking into her disappearance. Now she was, as her brother had so eloquently put it, a local celebrity, having somehow eluded a bear attack and survived nearly a week alone out in the frozen Arctic.
“You know, we were lucky those hunters had seen you.” Andrew’s voice was subdued, and when Abby looked at him he was staring at the ground. “Otherwise, we’d never have known you were missing.”
“Well, I would have preferred that. I could have just continued on my way like nothing had happened.”
“I’m serious, sis.”
“Me too.” She sighed. “Andrew, I am fine .”
“Then why won’t you let a doctor look at you?”
Abby pressed her lips together and didn’t answer, looking away. She’d allowed her rescuers to give her a cursory once-over to make sure everything was alright, but had balked at anyone taking any blood or tissue to run tests. She had no idea what would show up, and she wasn’t prepared to face the consequences. It made her appreciate why Logan and the rest kept to the far wilderness, as far away from civilization as they could get.
Too bad she didn’t have that option.
Logan.
The rugged mountain man had been in her thoughts nonstop for the last three days, and Abby wasn’t sure what to think about it. All she could remember was his quiet plea for her to stay by his side, and the possible betrayal he’d feel when he knew she’d left. That, more than the notoriety and constant poking and prodding the last few days, contributed to her depression at being back in town.
Against her better judgment, she wanted to see him again. Desperately. Weird shifty thing aside, he’d made her feel safe , and that was something she could use right at that moment.
Heels against the cement floor clicked nearby, and the musky smell of the officer that had been helping them filtered to Abby’s nose from down the hall. It was disconcerting how she was learning to identify things with her nose rather than her other senses. She stood up quickly as Deputy Briggs came around the corner. “Is it all set to go?” she asked, giving him a tiny but hopeful smile.
The older officer grinned. “Yup, mechanics even got her running again. Figured you’d been through enough without having to deal with more mechanical failures. We’re bringing it around for you now.”
Relief flooded through her and she turned to her brother, eyeing him up and down. “How warm’s that jacket you have on?”
----
“ H as anyone ever told you that you’ve got a tiny-ass head?”
Abby just rolled her eyes as she
"I dunno," he said, shrugging, "he's really good about dealing with a tyrannical older sibling."
Abby rolled her eyes and reached out to smack her brother on the arm, which he dodged. Well, tried to dodge at least; he rubbed his shoulder, giving her a wide-eyed look and a wry grin. "When did you get so fast?"
The bemused observation immediately soured Abby's mood. Her mouth turned down and she stared at her hands. "I just want my bike back so I can get out of here," she muttered, staring at her nails. It was so easy to imagine them becoming claws, weapons that could hurt people, like her brother.
Not for the first time, she regretted leaving the cabin like she had. It had seemed so logical at the time: get away from the crazy, get her bike back, and deal with things as they happened.
She hadn't expected to come back to civilization to see her face on the newspaper and her family frantic to find her. She’d flagged down a snowmobile search party after walking several hours from the cabin. The weather had been cold, but Abby had been unaffected, even when faced with the chilly wind on the back of the snow vehicle.
She’d gotten into town, only to find that her brother was there already, looking into her disappearance. Now she was, as her brother had so eloquently put it, a local celebrity, having somehow eluded a bear attack and survived nearly a week alone out in the frozen Arctic.
“You know, we were lucky those hunters had seen you.” Andrew’s voice was subdued, and when Abby looked at him he was staring at the ground. “Otherwise, we’d never have known you were missing.”
“Well, I would have preferred that. I could have just continued on my way like nothing had happened.”
“I’m serious, sis.”
“Me too.” She sighed. “Andrew, I am fine .”
“Then why won’t you let a doctor look at you?”
Abby pressed her lips together and didn’t answer, looking away. She’d allowed her rescuers to give her a cursory once-over to make sure everything was alright, but had balked at anyone taking any blood or tissue to run tests. She had no idea what would show up, and she wasn’t prepared to face the consequences. It made her appreciate why Logan and the rest kept to the far wilderness, as far away from civilization as they could get.
Too bad she didn’t have that option.
Logan.
The rugged mountain man had been in her thoughts nonstop for the last three days, and Abby wasn’t sure what to think about it. All she could remember was his quiet plea for her to stay by his side, and the possible betrayal he’d feel when he knew she’d left. That, more than the notoriety and constant poking and prodding the last few days, contributed to her depression at being back in town.
Against her better judgment, she wanted to see him again. Desperately. Weird shifty thing aside, he’d made her feel safe , and that was something she could use right at that moment.
Heels against the cement floor clicked nearby, and the musky smell of the officer that had been helping them filtered to Abby’s nose from down the hall. It was disconcerting how she was learning to identify things with her nose rather than her other senses. She stood up quickly as Deputy Briggs came around the corner. “Is it all set to go?” she asked, giving him a tiny but hopeful smile.
The older officer grinned. “Yup, mechanics even got her running again. Figured you’d been through enough without having to deal with more mechanical failures. We’re bringing it around for you now.”
Relief flooded through her and she turned to her brother, eyeing him up and down. “How warm’s that jacket you have on?”
----
“ H as anyone ever told you that you’ve got a tiny-ass head?”
Abby just rolled her eyes as she
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