Page 18 of Stealthy as a Wolf

I arrived at the cabin—the cabin I just invited myself into without permission—and I felt my cheeks heat. I poked my head in the cabin, not sure what to expect. When it just appeared to be a normal cabin and not a murder room dripping in blood, I tentatively stepped over the threshold.

The small space was neat as a pin, the room almost cozy. I frowned when I didn’t spot any personal items. Not that I was going to snoop, but anything I could use as an edge against the alpha and improve my chances of survival was fair game.

I edged along the outer perimeter of the room and stopped next to the far window, just in case I needed to make a hasty retreat. When the guys entered, one after another, I could’ve sworn the temperature in the room turned sweltering.

Most shifters didn’t even blink an eye at nudity, the guys seeming oblivious to the fact that three of them were naked. I wished I could ignore it so easily. I tried to keep my eyes from straying, but the way their cocks swayed and bobbed as they moved, they might as well have blinking Christmas lights decorating their dicks that said—Look at me! Pick me! Try me first!

A throat cleared—twice—before I realized the guys were trying to get my attention, and I hastily jerked my head up.

Yup…all four guys were staring at me with various shades of amusement.

That was what happened after you went through puberty without a pack to guide you.

You lived alone.

Slept alone.

Did everything alone.

So when you saw some good-looking, naked men with impressive cocks, it was physically impossible not to look.

Actually, it would be a sin not to study them in detail.

While my prudish brain struggled to resist the impulse, my wolf refused to let me hide. She craved the attention. We both longed for the innocent touches and hungry kisses, not to mention sex with men talented enough to give us multiple orgasms.

And, based on the size of their cocks, we would be well pleased.

I pretended my cheeks weren’t on fire and plopped my hands on my hips, because I would absolutely die if my wolf took the reins and grabbed something I shouldn’t. I needed to get my libido under control, and the best way to do that would be to leave. If I’d learned anything during my time on my own, it was that men were nothing but trouble and should be avoided at all costs.

This situation was a case in point.

“Why stop me from leaving?” I scanned the men, my attention coming to rest on the alpha. While the twins looked like they might let me walk out, Matty and Grady looked pretty stubborn.

“You stole a prison van. You helped three prisoners escape capture. You were on the scene.” As Grady spoke, he took a step toward me, and then another, and another, not stopping until he was just a foot away. “They now have your scent. It’s only a matter of time before they track you here. The prison system is relentless. Even if you’re able to suppress your smell, no matter where you go, they will never stop hunting you.”

Joy! Even more people after me!

I curled my hands into fists to hide the way my claws slashed through the tips of my fingers, doing my best not to completely wig out.

I had hoped Matty was exaggerating.

I was a fucking idiot.

And of course my luck fucking guaranteed that I’d be caught if I tried to leave on my own.

After six months, my scent was all over the damn restaurant. When I didn’t show up the next day to rule me out, I would become the number-one suspect. It wouldn’t matter that I’d handed in my notice. And going back was impossible. I couldn’t afford the attention. If one wrong person caught sight of me, I might as well turn myself over to the police. A lifetime behind bars would be kinder than going back to the alpha from my past who wanted to claim me for his own.

I paced away from Grady’s overwhelming presence, needing my wits about me while I tried to figure out my next move. The men were a distraction, too good-looking for my peace of mind, the lot of them messing with my instinct for self-preservation.

I needed to run.

I shouldn’t be fighting against the urge to cuddle up against them.

“What?” Matty looked at me curiously, and I winced when I realized that I must have been rambling out loud. Lately, I’d been doing it more and more often.

The longer I went without a pack, the more my crazy showed.

I scowled at him to cover my blunder. “Why don’t you grab some clothes, take a shower, and take those two with you? If what Grady says is true, we don’t have much time.”

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