Title: The Wolf in the Woods
Lost in the woods when on a Canada Day camping trip with her grandmother at Algonquin Park, Red finds herself chased by a large male wolf. Shocked when he shapeshifts into a gorgeous man, she is unable to tell him no when he takes her into his arms and kisses her senseless.
Rutgar knew Red was his mate from the first whiff of her scent. Out on his daily evening run through the woods in his wolf form, he can’t resist the pull she has over him. The mating urge rides him to claim her as his mate.
Not pleased to find herself bound to Rutgar without her consent, Red soon learns another werewolf forms a greater danger than an unexpected mating ever could.
Now she’d gone and done it. Red Stanwood knew without a doubt she’d gotten herself lost. She cursed under her breath as she turned in a circle. All the trees looked the same. Just great. Her grandmother was going to kill her, if she didn’t worry herself to death first.
Red looked at the sky. The sun had already started its descent. How could she have screwed up so badly on the first day of her camping trip with her grandmother?
As she walked once more, Red muttered under her breath, “What do you expect? You’re not exactly an outdoorsy girl, now are you?” Busy talking to herself, she didn’t pay attention to where she stepped. She hissed as she turned her ankle. “Terrific. Why don’t I break an ankle while I’m at it?”
She called herself every bad name in the book as she shook out her ankle and then continued on. A week camping at Algonquin Park, during the Canada Day weekend, had sounded like a great idea at the time when her grandmother had invited her to go. Red thought of it as a chance to get away from her mundane job as a librarian, to experience the great outdoors. The park was three and a half hours from Toronto, where she lived, and offered her a chance to really get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Now she wished she’d told her grandmother no.
Red stopped walking as she spotted a boulder that looked suspiciously like one she’d just past not too long before. Great. She’d started to walk in circles. She turned around to try the other direction, but came to a standstill. A large wolf stood a few feet away. The thing was huge. It had to be a male. She leaned to one side and took a look between its back legs. Yup, the wolf was most definitely a male. His ice-blue-eyed gaze locked with hers as he cocked his head in her direction. Her heart skipped a beat as the wolf took a step closer. She had no idea what to do. He didn’t look as if he was ready to go on the attack. None of his light brown almost blond fur stood on end around his neck. So far, he hadn’t snarled, but that could change very quickly.
Starting to panic, Red did what had to be the dumbest move for a person in her situation—she turned her back on the wolf and took off at a run. She heard him keeping pace behind her as she ran blindly through the trees. Branches slapped across her face and pulled at her long hair. She took a quick glance behind her, which turned out to be her undoing as her foot caught on an exposed root. With a grunt, she landed on her stomach on the forest floor.
The feel of a cold nose pressed against the bare skin of her thigh just below the hem of her shorts had Red up and crawling to the large tree in front of her. She scrambled onto her feet and pressed her back against the trunk. The wolf stood less than a foot away.
With her heart in her throat, Red did the first thing that came to mind—she took up what she hoped looked like a karate stance. Her hands held in front of her with the side of her palms toward the wolf, she said, “You better watch it. I’m an expert at karate. I’ll kick your butt to next Tuesday if you’re not careful.” That was all she could come up with? She was so full of shit she had to wonder if her green eyes had suddenly turned brown. As if karate would do anything to stop a full-grown wolf from attacking her, and she sure as hell wasn’t a karate expert.
Red stiffened as the wolf lifted his head and sniffed the air around them. She slowly dropped her hands as his body shimmered and blurred. She blinked in disbelief as he changed from a wolf to a man, and not just any one. The man who’d taken the wolf’s place could only be described as drop-dead gorgeous. He had a face that would put a male model to shame. The kind that made a woman want to thread her fingers through his longish light blond hair, yank his lips down to hers, and fuck him until neither one of them could move.