Page 39 of Feral Mates
He squeezed my arm and walked around me, leaving the room. I shifted against the counter, sipping my coffee.
Oh, my God. Was it possible Apollo, Kai, and Roman had killed innocent people? I pressed my hand against my lips, holding back a moan. That couldn’t be possible. They weren’t killers.
How do you know, Sav? They’re wolves. They’re predators.
My inner voice was correct.
Whatever was happening, I knew one thing to be true.
The situation was highly dangerous.
Roman
The stench of blood permeated the air. There’d been recent kills. Whether by man or by beast shouldn’t matter.
But it did.
We were being hunted. I felt that in my bones.
My limited patience had run out.
Hunger gnawed at my gut, both for food and for her.
Savannah.
Just whispering her name brought another stark wave of desire.
Snorting, I was forced to adjust my cock under the tight pair of pants. Whoever owned the clothes had been much smaller. Wolves weren’t supposed to wear fucking clothes.
The late afternoon air was humid, the light breeze doing little more than tempering the sweat that had formed on my back and chest. The shirt I’d chosen clung to me, already stained from the hours spent outdoors.
I’d wanted to do so as my beast, but right now, it was more dangerous to remain as a wolf. The three of us had sensed people from the refuge were searching for us. Remaining in this location much longer would become too risky.
But we weren’t leaving without our mate.
The thought still unnerved me. I’d been searching for so long that even now, as unnatural as the choice, finding her had relieved some pressure. As alpha of my pack, it had been long past time to take a mate.
When I moved, the shirt ripped at a seam. Shit. If we were remaining in human form for much longer, different clothes would need to be found.
I stood at the bank of the water’s edge, staring out at the trees. My eyesight was entirely different as a human. The colors were bolder, brighter, the spectrum allowing me to distinguish reds from greens.
Colors had meant nothing to me before, only peripheral shapes allowing me to sense danger. It was apparent I still had certain wolf abilities.
Savannah’s scent lingered on my skin. I pulled my arm under my nose and as I inhaled, another sense of longing tore through me. I’d been cynical when Apollo had suggested she was our mate. There were no animals that could mate with humans. I knew that from what I’d gleaned from the scientist who’d provided a world of information from his own memory banks.
Whoever he was, he had lived an interesting life.
I wondered if he understood his knowledge had provided the basis for three wolves to masquerade as humans. That’s what it felt like I was doing. This was certainly not anything I’d asked for. I’d simply wanted to escape the chains and return to my pack.
Bending down, I leaned over, lapping water with my tongue. Cool and refreshing, even though my stomach growled. We’d need to eat soon and from what I’d seen in the kitchen, there was little I could tolerate. A strange sense of knowing washed over me and I jerked my head up, inhaling the musky scents of the forest.
“You should learn to use a cup or a glass,” Apollo said from behind me.
I continued until my thirst was quenched before acknowledging him. “When necessary.” As I stood, I rubbed my arm acrossmy lips, able to taste her. “There are humans in the woods. I gathered their stench.”
Apollo growled, the sound coming from deep within his chest. “Yes. They are hunting.”
“They can’t find us.”
