Trapped With A Luna Werewolf

Chapter Two

A fierce wind howled over head, making the trees sway and groan. She gave a soft moan, and then, as if she'd awoken, her body went rigid.

“You're okay, petit. Just relax. Where do you hurt?” Stunning aqua blue eyes met his for an instant before she closed them again.

The fear he’d glimpsed there shocked him. “Please,” she said, her voice rough and barely a whisper. He leaned toward her to hear over the roar of the elements. “Don't let…him…take me.” There was a raw desperation to her plea and somehow he knew that this woman had rarely, if ever, asked for help. But she was asking now. No. She was begging.

He looked back down the road so as to know if there’s any other person present. Aside from the brilliant white snow, all he saw were boney grey tree trunks. It wasn't fit for man or polar bear out here. Who the hell was chasing her? what was she doing in this storm? Rhetorical question

The woman didn't respond. She passed out cold, her body limp in the seat again.

Gritting his teeth he surveyed the damage to her car. He'd be surprised if it wasn't totaled.

Much less ran.

He needed was a cell phone signal badly.

Hoping she didn't wake up, freak out, and hit him in the balls, he leaned into the car and unzipped her purse. Using her door as cover from the wind, he squatted down and opened the bag. He'd never snooped through a woman's purse before. Had never had any need to, until now. Though he wasn't sure what he'd expected to find, he had at least hoped the purse would contain a cell phone.

Or a flare g*n.

Hell, at this moment , with cold snow biting his a*s, he'd settle for a homing pigeon.

But what he found inside her bag was baffling. A curling iron that had seen better days, half a bag of Doritos, and a smorgasbord of cosmetics. Mostly lip gloss. In every shade and flavor imaginable. But no cell phone.

Is this how she planned on protecting herself from danger? Distract the guy with a flash of Berry Tasty lipstick and the scent of flavored corn chips, then strike him over the head with the curling iron before choking him with the frayed wire?

He would have burst into laughter if the situation weren't so critical. The car let out an agonizing groan as another blast of air hit them, whipping her hair away from her face.

Maybe he could head back down the mountain for help but in this weather, who knew how long it would take him to return. She'd have frost bite by the time he got back. No, he couldn’t abandon her in such situation.

What the hell are you doing, Spencer? You're not a knight on a white steed. Just close the door and move on with your journey. She’s not your problem and you’re not the cause of her unfortunate predicament.

But he couldn't stop the protective instincts surging inside him. He was after all, male and a werewolf, both of which made him territorial to the core. Besides, what kind of asshole would leave a complete stranger, an helpless and unconscious woman, alone in a snowstorm to fend for herself.

He glanced at her body. She wore a pair of jeans and a thin looking sweater. Letting his eyes trail down her ultra curvy frame he frowned at the sneakers on her feet. Way to prepare for the Great White North, lady.

He flipped open her wallet and glanced at her photo. She was truly angelic and attractive when awake and unbloodied. Her name was Nita Parker from somewhere he’d never heard of in Florida state.

Alright, Nita Parker from Florida, let’s get you out of here.

After zipping her purse he carefully scooped her up. Settling her against his chest he turned for his Range Rover and tried to ignore the delicious feel and sweet scent of the pretty unconscious woman in his arms.

A loud c***k sounded overhead. Spencer’s gaze jerked up to the trees covered with ice.

Muscles tensed, he bolted for his Range Rover as a massive tree sliced through the forest, raining ice and snow around them. The boom of tree connecting with earth jolted his bones.

There was an instant of groaning metal, then a bright flash of light, then a wave of heat and a loud bang. Sheltering the woman in his arms, he dared a glance over his shoulder. Her car was no more.

Lucky barked from the backseat, but Spencer needed no urging. He wrenched the rear passenger’s door open and told his companion to get in the back. Lucky obeyed the order, his big black nose twitching as he tried to catch Nita’s scent. Somehow Spencer managed to adjust the seats and settle her without jarring her too badly. At least he hoped so. She didn't rouse.

He shrugged out of his coat and tucked it around her from chin to foot.

Shutting the door, he surveyed the damage. Through the thick snow he saw the massive tree laying where he’d just been standing, now a pile of splintered wood. The debris covered his footprints.

Thank the gods she hadn’t been in it.

Another gust of wind battered the mountain, fanning the plume of black smoke into a grey fog.

His keen ears picked up the sound of a motor on the road below. Lucky stood in the back and let out a low growl. If Nita was right about someone following her, they’d have to do it on foot. But he wasn’t going to stick around to watch.