The Lycan Hunter (The Gardinian World Series) by Kelsey Jordan Page B

settled herself back on the bed, she smoothed the paper out and read the smooth right slanted script.
    “Hunter, if you need anything, go to the panel beside the door and push pound one. Dinner will be brought to you around seven. Rest and I will check on you later. Don’t worry about your weapons. We have them. All of them.”
    His signature, a simple wolf paw print, forced her to laugh. Much as she hated to admit it, the jerky wolf was somewhat endearing.
    Most men at Hunter headquarters shrank away at the sound of her size six footstep. She often ended up on partnered hunts with Theo for that exact reason. He didn ’ t shudder at her mere presence. The fact that he wanted her in all the ways a man wanted a woman didn ’ t exactly earn him the points he thought it did, though.
    Maybe the fact that the wolf treated her exactly as she did the males who cowered from her, with disjointed interest, was what made him appealing. Though that wasn ’ t the only thing that caught her interest.
    He was nice to look at, beautiful in the way that all Lycans were endowed. His hair was just like the cloak of shadow she had seen in the forest, not even exposure to light seemed to pierce the darkness of his shoulder length hair. But if she were truly honest, she could see that his rippling muscles, the smooth skin the color of amber, or his silky looking hair wasn ’ t what caught her interest. That honor wen t to the intelligence glowing in his brilliant blue eyes.
    This truth was something she needed to avoid, especially in a situation that would no doubt bite her firmly – with wolfish canines – in the ass. It really did suck that he had a habit of occasionally walking on all fours. The Edict Counsel ’ s oath she was sworn to uphold to slay Lycan abominations on Sight didn’t exactly alleviate her burden either.
    Having recovered enough to walk, Alexis walked to her bag and searched it only to reaffirm that the Lycans weren ’ t stupid. Everything had been thoroughly searched, her weapons were confiscated, but her clothes had been neatly folded and placed back in the bag like she’d had them.
    She gave up hope trying to escape for the moment and returned to the bed. The least she could do was take advantage of the luxury that she’d never experienced at home.
    ***
    Kyran sat at his desk watching the live camera feed from the Hunter ’ s room. He smiled to himself at the way she sank into the pillows . Apparently she didn ’ t have basic luxuries – like high thread counts and nice pillows – at home. He found it absurd that making her happy puffed his chest up with pride.
    He really needed to stop whatever was motivating his budding possessiveness toward her. His only purpose was to try and gain an ally. Nothing else.
    If it wasn ’ t for his missing Hunter, he could forgo trying to get anything from the miniature temptation and send her back to her cabin tonight. Unfortunately, Torin – his Hunter ally – was M.I.A..
    The incident regarding the Lycan that had brought Torin to town had gotten out of hand, because a few of the Oconee males demanded challenges for leadership. They made it clear that addressing the rumors of the Feral could wait. All Lycans knew that when the Hunters became involved it would no longer be a simple matter of killing the feral Lycan and returning to life as it was.
    Hunters didn’t relegate their bullets to Rogues and Ferals. Rogue and Feral Lycans were just the most important targets to Hunters, since they were the most likely to expose the existence of both the Lycans and Hunters to humans.
    Kyran beat his challengers as swiftly as possible, allowing them to keep their miserable lives, but part of him regretted that decision.
    His attention jerked back to the monitor. The Hunter had tried to get up from the bed and nearly fell in the process.
    “Riveting, isn’t it?”
    “Shit!” Kyran turned around to face Ronan. “When did you get in here?”
    “A minute ago. You were glaring at