Lone Wolf
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No sign of Maria’s dark hair and lovely body, no woman tugging a ten-year-old boy with white hair with her along the paths.
Ellison made for the ridge on the other side. Something pulled him that way, a sense of wrongness. He walked faster and faster, running by the time he took a path that led over a stream, up some stone steps, into the woods that led up the side of the hill.
Tiger heard her first. He grabbed Ellison by the shoulder and silently pointed a broad finger into deeper shadows, where the hill climbed high.
Ellison let Tiger, with his better hearing and sight, lead. Tiger moved noiselessly, fading into the woods like smoke. If Ellison hadn’t kept a sharp eye on him, he’d have quickly lost him.
“Olaf!” Maria’s voice came to them before they’d walked another twenty yards. “Olaf!”
The word had an echoing quality, as though she’d gone into a cavern or tunnel. Ellison jogged to catch up with Tiger, who quietly led him down another little hill into a tiny valley.
The valley ran between the ridge and another hill on the other side. On top of the second hill was a road shielded by a concrete barrier. Cars raced along it, the drivers paying no attention to what was below them.
A wide culvert opened under the road. Maria stood a few feet inside it, hands around her mouth, calling desperately for Olaf.
Chapter Five
Maria peered into the darkness, straining to see Olaf. She’d taken two steps into the chilly culvert into which he’d disappeared before she’d frozen, unable to move.
The press of the concrete walls, the cold dampness, the dank smell, very like that in the basement of the warehouse in which she’d been kept, triggered memories too powerful to stop. Her heart constricted, her throat working while she fought down the screams.
Only Olaf’s little growls—telling her he’d shifted into his polar bear cub—kept her from running out, back into the sunshine, back to Shiftertown.
“Olaf, please come back.” Her voice was shaking, but she knew her pleas would have little impact. Olaf would have decided by now that Maria wouldn’t come in there after him.
She heard footsteps behind her, heavy ones, made by the firm strides of Shifters.
In her state, Maria’s mind told her they were Miguel’s Shifters, come to find her. She clamped her mouth closed over her cries of panic and fled into the tunnel.
“Maria!”
The sound of the warm voice made Maria stop, her breath hurting her. Even with his worry, he kept the Texas drawl.
Ellison. An anchor, shelter from the cold. Maria turned back, something heating in her when she saw his tall silhouette at the tunnel’s opening, his big cowboy hat a comforting sight.
She took a few running steps toward Ellison, then stopped again as two other Shifters appeared behind him. One was Broderick—what was he doing here? The other was the Tiger man who lived in Liam’s house. Maria wasn’t afraid of him exactly—Tiger had never paid her much attention—but his bulk was frightening in the darkness of the culvert.
Ellison didn’t wait. He came into the tunnel, his long legs bringing him to her in a few strides. “Maria, honey, you all right?”
He slid his arm around her waist. He did it without thought, the most natural thing in the world.
Maria managed a nod. “It’s Olaf. He’s gone exploring and won’t come out.”
Ellison was like a rock. His arm steadied her, and his warmth at her side quieted her fears. His hat touched her hair, and then she felt his lips on the top of her head.
“Stay put,” he said. “I’ll get him. Tiger—look after Maria.”
“I’ll watch her,” Broderick said, too quickly.
“No. You’ll come with me.”
“Chase bears yourself, Rowe,” Broderick said with a growl. “I’ll take Maria home.”
His arrogance snapped something inside Maria. The fiery temper she’d been ashamed of before her abduction reared up. “You get in there and find Olaf,” she said to Broderick, pointing her finger down the tunnel. “If he doesn’t come out, or one hair on his pelt is hurt, you can explain to Ronan why you didn’t go in after him.”
Ellison chuckled, more heat. “I know who my money’s on.”
Broderick growled again. “You’re going to leave her with the crazy?”
Tiger said absolutely nothing, but when his yellow eyes flicked to Broderick, Broderick swallowed.
Maria took a step closer to Tiger. “I’ll be fine. Get Olaf.”
Broderick made another snarling noise but took off down the tunnel.
“Be right back,” Ellison said. He touched his hat brim, gave Maria his big smile, and jogged down the tunnel after Broderick.
***
The wolf in Ellison didn’t like the tunnel of the culvert. Wolves preferred wide meadows, where they could run, or the quiet of woods that flowed for miles. Wild wolves did hole up in dens, but those were shallow caves, not deep tunnels.
The dislike of caves came from racial memory, maybe. The Fae had liked caves, not to live in, but as a place in which to keep their slaves. Slaves meant Shifters; that is, until the Shifters had told the Fae to go f**k themselves and had fought a long, bloody war for their freedom.
Ellison’s Lupine Shifter ancestors had been thrilled to be free of the underground, to run in the wild, where they belonged.
Bears, on the other hand . . .
“Why does he want to explore down here?” Broderick asked, a shudder in his voice.
“Bears. Damn things like caves.”
“But he’s a polar bear.”
“So maybe he likes ice caves.”
“Let’s find the shit and get him out of here,” Broderick said. “It’ll make the woman happy.”
The woman. That was how he talked about Maria, the beautiful lady Broderick said he wanted to mate-claim. Dickhead.
Ellison had drunk in the beauty of her, even as he’d worried for Olaf. She wore form-hugging jeans today and a tight-fitting shirt, a black elbow-sleeved T with spangled red and blue flowers on the front, two small buttons holding it closed at the very top. She was a delicious package. Ellison wanted to find Olaf quickly so he could return and enjoy it.
“Olaf!” Ellison called, his voice falling against the dead air of the tunnel. “Where are you?”
If they lost Olaf, it wasn’t only Maria he’d have to face. Ronan loved the kid. Olaf was an orphan of unknown clan who’d needed a home, and Ronan had volunteered his. Ronan was always doing things like that, the big, giant softie.