Page 142 of Her Wolf

Rescue the Princess

“You ever get that feeling you’re being watched?” Lars whispered in Finn’s ear. “Like, when you’re in the middle of a jungle late at night or something?”

Finn gave Lars a stare that the man completely ignored.

“Quiet,” Kane murmured, putting his binoculars back on his eyes.

They’d made a stop at the man’s motel in Marfa—just a few minute’s drive from Duncan’s house—before coming through to the island. The man had a whole array of gadgets that had seemed to intrigue Lars to no end.

Bailey had kept muttering something about, ‘ordering them off EBay’, but he’d been muttering stuff like that all night, so Finn hadn’t paid him much mind.

Twilight had well and truly left the world; early night hung thick and heavy in the island’s thickly knit jungle. The air was moist, and smelled like the promise of rain, but only a thin veil of clouds had drawn over the moon as yet.

Finn’s beast wasn’t happy, either with this remote location or their present company. There was a constant click-click-click of pacing claws. A low growl. The flapping of ears as his beast shook itself in irritation.

Or perhaps it felt drawn to that beach house as much as he did. Perhaps it wanted to breach the jungle’s cover and charge inside to rescue Cora.

He could sense her there. It made no sense, but he knew she was close.

But Kane had advised caution.

Had insisted they worked out a plan of attack.

And Finn let him take lead, because he knew the fact that he was willing to charge blindly into the line of fire made him a terrible leader right then.

“No movement,” Kane murmured to the three of them. “Only one light, and it looks like a fireplace.”

“Can you see inside?”

“Nothing of interest.” Kane put down the binoculars and looked at them over his shoulder. “We should split up. Each cover a room. See if we can make multiple entries.” He pointed. “Bedroom window, kitchen window, front door.”

“That’s three,” Bailey said grumpily.

“Well noted.” Kane’s eyes gleamed a little too brightly, especially in the hazy moonlight from above. “You’ll be look out.”

“For what?” Bailey snapped. “There’s no one else here.”

“And you’ll be sure to alert us if that changes,” Kane said.

Did Finn sound like that when he was trying to reason with Bailey? Finn laid a hand on the man’s shoulder, and Bailey flinched before turning to him.

“We’re counting on you,” Finn said, his voice a low grumble. “Don’t let anyone sneak up on us.”

Whether his comment helped or hindered was impossible to tell, but at least Bailey didn’t argue when they moved forward. Kane hesitated, and then pointed out the beach house. “We need to decide positions.”

“I’ll take the kitchen,” Lars said.

“You want to take the front?” Kane asked of Finn.

Finn stared at the man. “No, you take it,” he said.

Better someone with a level head right now than him; he wanted to tear Zachary limb from limb, and he knew that would influence everything he did once he got close to her. He couldn’t be responsible for more harm coming to Cora.

Kane nodded. “Go ahead, I’m right behind you. Just want to make sure Bailey’s got us covered.”

“I’m sure he’s—” Lars began, with a frown at Kane.

“Quiet.” Finn pointed at the beach house. “Let’s go.”

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