Love Bound in Ice: 3 (Werewolf Sentinels)

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Authors: Marisa Chenery
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he let her up for air, she asked, “What are you doing here? I thought I wouldn’t see you until after I got off work.”
    “I decided I couldn’t wait that long so I booked you as my guide for the day again.”
    “Not that I’m complaining, but you can’t do that every day.”
    He smiled. “I know. Go tell your boss you’re here, then let’s get ready to go.”
    Haven stepped out of Ketah’s embrace and did as he’d said. After a quick confirmation from her boss that Ketah had indeed booked her as his guide, she rejoined Ketah outside. He’d already put on his crampons and had his pack secured onto his back. It took her a few minutes to get hers onto her hiking boots, then they set out for the glacier.
    She started to take the same route they’d gone the day before once they were out on the ice, but Ketah grabbed her arm and pulled her in the other direction. Haven gave him a questioning look. “Where are we going?”
    “I want to show you something. It’s a bit of a walk but I think it will be worth it.”
    “Okay. You have me for the day so we can go wherever you want. Lead the way.”
    Ketah hadn’t been kidding about it being a long walk, but she had a feeling she knew where he was taking her—the Mantanuska Glacier cave in the Chugach Mountains. She didn’t normally take visitors to it since it was such a distance from the park entrance. A lot of people who came to the glacier wouldn’t have had the stamina to make the long trek there and back.
    Once they reached the ice cave, they stopped just inside the entrance and had a drink from the bottles of water they had in their backpacks. Haven pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head and watched Ketah drink. He had yet to say why he’d decided to come to this particular spot.
    After he put his bottle away and she’d done the same, Haven said, “I’ve been here more than a few times.”
    “I figured you would have but I doubt you’ve seen what I’m going to show you.”
    He led her farther into the cave. She noticed the large hole about waist height in one of the walls that hadn’t been there the last time she’d gone there. Ketah handed her a flashlight. Haven bent and aimed the beam of light into the hole, then jerked upright with surprise.
    “There’s another cave in there,” she said.
    “I know. We can go inside. You’ll have to go headfirst through the hole.”
    Haven didn’t hesitate to do just that. Holding the flashlight out ahead of her, she climbed inside the only entrance and pulled herself through. It wasn’t as large as the outer cave, but it was big enough. And who knew how old it was. It could have been hidden from sight for thousands of years.
    “How did you find this?” she asked as she swept the flashlight around the cave once Ketah had climbed through the hole and stood beside her.
    “I didn’t.”
    Haven turned to look at him. “Did one of your friends?”
    “No.”
    Haven stared at Ketah. He looked as if he felt hesitant about something. His gaze flitted around the cave, then settled on her before jerking away again. She remained silent and waited for him to finally speak.
    He looked her right in the face, and said, “I didn’t have to find this cave or have someone show me where it was. This was where my wolf brothers and I slept for ten thousand years. My alpha’s mate found the six of us and she was the one who widened the hole enough to get inside.”
    Haven blinked, not sure if Ketah was pulling her leg. The expression he wore was serious without a hint of a smile. “You slept here for ten thousand years with five other guys?”
    “Yes. I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m a Tlingit hunter from the Ice Age. I’m also an immortal werewolf, one of the sentinels.”
    Okay, Haven didn’t have to worry about Ketah leaving her being the biggest problem she’d have to deal with when it came to him. After what he’d said, he had to be a nut job, or he was very good at pulling a prank.
    “You’re

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