Southern Shifters: Lone Wolf Wanted (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Jessie Lane
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clawed up pine tree that had new, vicious claw marks in it. Ezrah was definitely going to have to keep his kitten’s claws away from his hide until he could calm her down.
Screeching the bike to a halt, he parked, turned it off, and then climbed off on shaky legs. Then he raced up to Kink’s cabin’s front door and had his hand up, about to knock on the wood, when the door flew open.
The first thing he saw was Kink’s beautiful, angry face.
The second thing he saw was her swinging something at his face.
After that, all Ezrah saw was the back of his eyelids.
~~~
Of all the nerve!
Chrissy couldn’t believe that mangy wolf had shown up on her doorstep out of the blue. It didn’t matter that she had happened to be looking for him; the least he could have done was look a little remorseful.
As she stood over her mate’s unconscious body, holding the frying pan she had knocked him out with, Chrissy pictured the way he had been smiling at her once she had opened the door.
How dare he look so happy to see her!
Here she had been, sitting around, crying her eyes out for the last two days, and what had he been doing? Joyriding?
Okay, so maybe she had only been crying for a day and a half, but that was because she had spent half a day typing up that wanted poster, complete with a squiggly hand-drawn image of him.
Now that she had him here, Chrissy wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do with him. Sure, she had gone with her first choice of slapping him silly with her cookware, but now what was she going to do? To be honest, part of her hadn’t expected the wolf to come back at all.
The last day of imagining a lifetime of raising a cub by herself had been utterly depressing. That didn’t mean she was ready for him to come prancing back into her life as if he hadn’t hurt her. So what was a girl to do when she had her unborn baby’s daddy knocked the hell out on her doorstep?
An idea started to form in her head, and Chrissy giggled. If she was going to do it, then she had to hurry up before her wolf woke up from his little frying pan induced nap.
Chapter Eleven
Holy shit, his head hurt.
Groaning, Ezrah brought his hands up to make sure his head was still attached to the rest of his body. It hurt so badly he was afraid it might be damn near decapitated. What in the hell had he gotten into that hurt this damn badly?
When his hands reached the top of his head, they didn’t touch smooth skin. Rather, his fingertips got stuck in a gummy substance. What the hell?
Moving his fingers down from the top of his head, he realized he was covered in a tacky substance and something else … something soft, downy, and ticklish.
Grabbing one of the offending articles, Ezrah brought the object in front of his face and finally opened his eyes. Feathers. Why in the world was he holding a feather? And where had it come from?
An uneasy feeling washed over him. He looked down at the rest of his body, only to gasp in horror. He was covered from head to toe in fucking feathers!
Looking at his surroundings, Ezrah saw he was lying on the ground in front of Kink’s cabin door. That was when the snippet of memory of Kinks opening the door and hitting him with something ran through his mind.
Growling in anger, Ezrah slowly stood up, feeling a little woozy. He looked down at his boots, and he felt like his head might explode. Not just because it hurt from being hit with God only knew what, but also because he was pretty sure his blood pressure was shooting through the roof.
Damn the woman! She had covered him in honey and feathers!
Looking back at her closed cabin door, Ezrah brought his fist up and then slammed it down so hard he made a dent in the wood as he roared, “ KINKS ! Open this damn door, woman.”
There was no answer, so Ezrah beat the door again, bellowing her name over and over again.
Finally, the door whipped open, and there stood Kinks with a pissed off look on her face. “What?”
“Have you lost your
Screeching the bike to a halt, he parked, turned it off, and then climbed off on shaky legs. Then he raced up to Kink’s cabin’s front door and had his hand up, about to knock on the wood, when the door flew open.
The first thing he saw was Kink’s beautiful, angry face.
The second thing he saw was her swinging something at his face.
After that, all Ezrah saw was the back of his eyelids.
~~~
Of all the nerve!
Chrissy couldn’t believe that mangy wolf had shown up on her doorstep out of the blue. It didn’t matter that she had happened to be looking for him; the least he could have done was look a little remorseful.
As she stood over her mate’s unconscious body, holding the frying pan she had knocked him out with, Chrissy pictured the way he had been smiling at her once she had opened the door.
How dare he look so happy to see her!
Here she had been, sitting around, crying her eyes out for the last two days, and what had he been doing? Joyriding?
Okay, so maybe she had only been crying for a day and a half, but that was because she had spent half a day typing up that wanted poster, complete with a squiggly hand-drawn image of him.
Now that she had him here, Chrissy wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do with him. Sure, she had gone with her first choice of slapping him silly with her cookware, but now what was she going to do? To be honest, part of her hadn’t expected the wolf to come back at all.
The last day of imagining a lifetime of raising a cub by herself had been utterly depressing. That didn’t mean she was ready for him to come prancing back into her life as if he hadn’t hurt her. So what was a girl to do when she had her unborn baby’s daddy knocked the hell out on her doorstep?
An idea started to form in her head, and Chrissy giggled. If she was going to do it, then she had to hurry up before her wolf woke up from his little frying pan induced nap.
Chapter Eleven
Holy shit, his head hurt.
Groaning, Ezrah brought his hands up to make sure his head was still attached to the rest of his body. It hurt so badly he was afraid it might be damn near decapitated. What in the hell had he gotten into that hurt this damn badly?
When his hands reached the top of his head, they didn’t touch smooth skin. Rather, his fingertips got stuck in a gummy substance. What the hell?
Moving his fingers down from the top of his head, he realized he was covered in a tacky substance and something else … something soft, downy, and ticklish.
Grabbing one of the offending articles, Ezrah brought the object in front of his face and finally opened his eyes. Feathers. Why in the world was he holding a feather? And where had it come from?
An uneasy feeling washed over him. He looked down at the rest of his body, only to gasp in horror. He was covered from head to toe in fucking feathers!
Looking at his surroundings, Ezrah saw he was lying on the ground in front of Kink’s cabin door. That was when the snippet of memory of Kinks opening the door and hitting him with something ran through his mind.
Growling in anger, Ezrah slowly stood up, feeling a little woozy. He looked down at his boots, and he felt like his head might explode. Not just because it hurt from being hit with God only knew what, but also because he was pretty sure his blood pressure was shooting through the roof.
Damn the woman! She had covered him in honey and feathers!
Looking back at her closed cabin door, Ezrah brought his fist up and then slammed it down so hard he made a dent in the wood as he roared, “ KINKS ! Open this damn door, woman.”
There was no answer, so Ezrah beat the door again, bellowing her name over and over again.
Finally, the door whipped open, and there stood Kinks with a pissed off look on her face. “What?”
“Have you lost your
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