Page 11 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

Now I have a mate and there will be times that Kat will need me too.

In my mind, an image of two wolves takes shape—a large brown-blond with gold eyes. Me. And another, small, sleek, and beautiful with dark brown fur and ice-blue eyes. Kat.

Side by side, hunting together. Fighting for the pack and protectingtogether.

Maybe my wolf understands women more than I give him credit for.

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KAT

As always, the mall on a Saturday afternoon is hell on earth.

My wolf hasn’t stopped snarling and sneezing from the insane amount of perfume clogging up our nose and the shrill, high-pitched screams that little kids let off for no apparent reason.

And the people…

Everywhere I go, there are people.

I power walk to the cash register with my armload of bland office attire.

I’ve had enough of this shit.

I just want to pay, get in my car, and find the nearest green space, where I can spend an hour pretending people don’t exist.

My wolf brings up an image of the lush, green surroundings that is Burning Wood, northern Montana as I wait to pay.

Yes, I tell her sarcastically.Let’s go back to the place where that Viking nearly killed us.

She falls silent.

Instantly, I feel guilty.

It’s notherfault that people don’t control their shrieking kids or that teenage girls like to empty entire bottles of perfume over their heads.

I didn’t mean to snap at you;I tell her.

It isn’t the mall that’s the biggest problem. I’ve been in the mall before and it’s been busier than this, but it hasn’t pissed me off to this extent.

It’s that Viking.

He might not be anactualViking, but he damn well looks like one.

I hadn’t thought I liked Vikings, but, like cheese before bed can invite weird dreams, sometimes you like things that aren’t good for you.

My mind fills with the stupid dream I had of naked, sweaty skin, and a big, muscled man pinning me to the bed and filling me up with one hard thrust that made me ache with need.

Aren. Wolf King of Burning Wood, whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. A place filled with rustic cabins, a creek, and towering pine trees every which way, and they call the placeBurning Wood?

That dream had been so intense. So hot. I’d woken up so needy I’d been reaching a hand between my thighs to quell the ache before I realized what I was doing.

He’d been groaning into my ear with each hard thrust into me. I’d wrapped myself around him, my nails in his back, wanting more until he’d rumbled something about a hungry Kitty cat, slammed my wrists to the bed over my head, and he’d…

Shit. He had given me exactly what I’d needed.

I fidget.

It had felt so real. I had needed it to be real.

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