Page 8 of Howl For Me
Brianna sat on the tree stump and gazed at the massive man standing across from her. His intense stare had her breath catching in her throat. The pure intense need in his eyes let her know that he knew who she was.
He had called her by another name.Damara.She repeated it in her head and found it to be a pretty name. She sorta liked it.
She glanced back over at him and found him to be at least a foot taller than her and pure muscle. The oversized moon allowed her to see his wide chest and how fast it was moving up and down.
It was the man from her dream. The dreams where she woke painfully aroused. She had a funny feeling she was where she was supposed to be.
She had left her pack in Wesson in a hurry. Dreven was wanting to send one of his enforcers with her. She didn’t want an escort. She could take care of herself. This was a mission she had to do on her own.
So she’d run.
She’d let her wolf lead her, and her wolf had said they needed to go east. So she’d packed a small bag filled with all her belongings and hopped on a bus headed east. After weeks on the road, she was getting a little down. She hadn’t found any trace of a family who could have been looking for her. All of her searching was leading her to a dead end.
She had stayed in touch with the Burtons because she knew they would worry about her. They had passed on to her that the alpha was pissed that she had left on her own and wasn’t taking his calls. She refused to answer him when he phoned because she knew he would probably order her home.
She had promised herself one more Midwest state, and if she didn’t find anything, then she would give up. She was drawn to the Midwest states and decided to head up to Michigan and found herself getting off the bus in a tiny town name Delside. She didn’t have much money but was able to get herself a clean room at one of the small hole-in-the-wall motels.
Tonight, her wolf had wanted to get run free. It had scraped and clawed out, and once she’d shifted, it had taken her deep in the woods. She had reached a point in her run and grew frustrated. After this town, if she couldn’t find anyone, then she would return to California and mate with Dreven.
She had just about given up when her wolf released its howl. She had been so desperate to find those who may have been looking for her.
If she didn’t know any better, this man standing across from her knew who she was. He could be the one to explain everything to her that her broken brain couldn’t remember.
“You recognize me?” she asked, standing from the stump. She didn’t care that she was naked.
His gaze dropped down and greedily took her in. She felt the same signs of arousal coming on that she had experienced in her dreams.
This man knew her.
Intimately.
“Yeah, I do.” He nodded, watching as she stepped toward him.
Her wolf pushed her forward. It was going crazy. It slammed against her insides as if begging to get out.
It’s him, a voice whispered in her head.Mate.
“You called me Damara. Is that my name?” she asked. She was very aware of the wolves standing behind him. They must be members of his pack. With his size and power, she knew he had to be the alpha. It was he who had replied to her wolf’s howl.
“You can’t remember your name?” he asked, confusion lining his voice.
Her feet carried her close to him. Her wolf seemed to calm down in his presence. Tears blurred her vision. She tilted her head back so she could see him as she paused directly in front of him.
“No. I’ve been living with amnesia for the last five years. Can you…can you please help me?”
His eyes searched hers, and she could feel the wolves behind him shift back to their human forms. She glanced around, seeing other men staring at her in awe. She had a feeling they knew who she was, too.
“Your name is Damara Jackson, and you’re home.”
The tears fell from her eyes while a strangled cry broke from the depths of her soul. He gathered her to his chest as she cried. His warm chest was familiar to her. His arms wrapping around her made her feel safe. She had been in these arms before.
She was quite sure of it.
But there was nothing like hearing that sweet magical word.
Home.
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