Page 36 of My Fugitive Wolf
"Oh, no. My heart belongs to Doris Day."
They kept snickering, but Kellen said nothing, his gaze on the ground and not on her.
"What about you?" She nudged him.
"No, Marilyn and Doris do nothing for me."
"Oh, come on." She goosed him again.
"I prefer brunettes."
"Well, I would certainly hope so. But who was your special brunette before you met me?"
He peeked at her, and she swore he was blushing. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope. Gotta know who my competition is."
After a huge sigh, Kellen rolled his eyes and said, "Sophia Loren."
"Wow." Giving into instinct, she looked down at her own chest. Her girls were flattened under a sports bra, dragged down by the knife sheath, and hidden under a heavy jacket, but even after last night she had to wonder what Kellen thought of her average-sized?—
Without warning, Kellen spun her to face him. "Sophia was a movie star with make-up artists and hairstylists at her beck and call. I never met her or dated anyone who ever came close to looking like her. You have nothing to worry about."
Samara gave him the biggest fake smile of her life, before turning out of his clutch to continue walking. After all, she asked the question, and she got what she deserved. "Me worry? Ha!"
But she was worried, in the most irrational way. So much so that she lost her focus and Kellen had to pull her back before she slammed into Leo who had stopped abruptly. "Stephen, take a whiff."
"Yeah that's pretty pungent."
Samara took a deep breath and got a nose full of urine even without enhanced wolf shifter senses.
"What the..."
"Everyone stay still." Leo started to back up, forcing the others to do the same. Looking around, he found a thick branch lying on the ground. He picked it up and walked forward about ten steps with the branch held out in front of him, gently pushing the leaves and pine needles off a bump on the ground.
"Wolf traps." He motioned them forward, signaling caution, until they could see the sharp metal poking out from under the leaves. "Josiah knew we were coming."
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"Old trick," Leo said. "Fool a wolf shifter into thinking there's game in the area by setting a trap and spraying it down with rabbit urine or deer feces."
"Now what do we do?" Samara asked. "There's probably more of them."
"No doubt." Kellen squatted next to Leo. "But I'm not convinced these were exclusively meant for us. Josiah never stopped hunting me, but I haven't had contact with him or the Riverstone Pack since 1870. These were meant for wolf shifters from the other packs. He's paranoid enough to think they're spying on him."
"I agree." Stephen replied. "But there are better ways to spy on each other these days. This is a 19th century tactic using 21st century traps."
"Want me to spring it?" Leo asked. "And any others in the area?"
Kellen rocked back and forth as he thought. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I appreciate the consideration, but you know me better than that."
"Yeah, I do." Kellen stood up.
"Should we shift?" Stephen asked. "We'll have a better chance of sniffing out the traps."
