Seduced by the Moon

His wounds made him suffer a change, but until he knew more about what had happened to him, he had to think of his cursed condition as a disease.

Hell, the differences between him and his maker had to be studied. He couldn’t exact a physical change without a full moon, yet he’d been attacked without one. Feelings inside of him shifted, internal stirrings came and went, but no full transformation happened for him without that commanding silver light. When he did morph, he became a strange mixture of both man and wolf, and not more of one thing than the other.

This damn beast was wolfish, with a lot of something extra added that had no relation to Homo sapiens. There was no full moon tonight, nor had there been the night before, which solidified the supposition that this monster either remained permanently furry, or could fur-up at will, with or without the moon’s kiss.

So different. Yet I sense you, beast, as though what I’ve become isn’t too far removed from what you are.

Part of that beast truly had become part of him.

Gavin’s thoughts kept churning as he climbed the hillside trying to sift through facts, in search of answers.

He’d tried locking himself away to avoid the moon’s treacherous call, which only made things worse. Unable to change its form, his body had betrayed him anyway. He’d nearly gone mad with the shakes, unconscious spells, roiling stomach upheavals and bouts of fever. His mind had eventually succumbed to the madness. He’d lost control of his temper, lost his mind to the pain of withholding the transformation and ended up in some godforsaken place on the mountain with no recollection of how he got there or what he might have done while his mind was in a fog.

Lesson learned. It was a freaking sharp-witted curse that developed immunity to thoughtful manipulation.

He had to give in to the physical changes in order to remain in charge mentally. Succumbing to the moon’s lure was necessary. As long as he changed shape, he was okay. Keeping as far away from other people as was possible near the full moon had allowed him to weather this out.

He got that now, and guessed that without the wolfish form there’d be no survival of this monster’s horrific species, hence the absolute need to shift. That furry demon’s teeth and claws had created another similar freak, and so that had to be the way the moon’s cult passed on. If he stayed in these mountains whenever there was a full moon, he’d be safe enough, he hoped. Others would be safe.

Gavin stopped suddenly, skin chilling, senses wide open.

The atmosphere around him had changed, creating new pressure that was like a punch to his chest. He heard rustling sounds and thought them ludicrous for a monster excelling in stealth, as though the beast were leaving him a trail of breadcrumbs.

There was no mistaking the smell. He knew this monster’s scent, having been up close and personal with it. Why was it here? Did it want to finish what it had started two years ago? Finish him off?

Is that why you stuck around?

Gavin’s heart rate accelerated. He’d left his weapon in the car before visiting the woman in the cabin. Damn it, he should have borrowed her gun.

The wolf inside him clawed at his insides with nails like talons, sensing trouble. An icy shiver of anticipation ran up his spine.

“Come out.”

He spoke at a normal decibel, feeling the presence of Otherness as if it were a bad rash.

“You can’t possibly imagine I don’t know you’re there, or what you are.”

More rustling noises came from his right. Gavin slowly turned toward the sound, saw something. Felt something.

The creature he’d sought for so long was here, all right, and standing its ground.

Against the outline of the trees, nearly hidden in the shadow, a huge form took shape. Bigger than anything he could have imagined, the giant specter loomed over the surrounding brush like the main character in a horror movie.

On that fateful night, the thing had moved so fast, Gavin hadn’t seen what was coming. But he saw something of its outline now and his inner alarms went off like a string of firecrackers.

This was no mere man-wolf combination. Nor, as he’d guessed, was it anything remotely like him, at all.

Its massive shape left little for Gavin to appeal to, speak to, reason with. Thoughts of getting close to it with any kind of hand-held weapon were absurd. Killing it with a spray of bullets seemed equally as unlikely. He hadn’t really expected this abomination to allow him another close-up this soon—he had meant to chase it away from the cabin. Hell, seeing it now, he wanted to run the other way.

No doubt this monster would be faster.

“So here we are,” he made himself say to ease a small portion of the fear knotting up his insides. “Should I call you family?”

There couldn’t be more than one of these beasts, he hoped, because where’d be the justice in that?

“It had to be you who did this to me. Can you recognize another freak?”

His nemesis didn’t move, making this potentially deadly scenario all the spookier.

“What are we to do now, since I can’t let you go around killing and maiming people?” he asked, having to talk though this creature could strike at any moment. Talking seemed necessary. He felt like shouting. One more night, and he would have been stronger, at least. He would have had claws and speed and double the muscle. Though his humanness danced on a thin thread of control tonight, there was no full moon to help him.

“I was supposed to protect those people who died. That’s my job. Now what? You do whatever the hell you like?” he said. Then he paused to regain the strength in his voice. “If not exactly like you, I’m no longer like them, either. Not like those people.”

Like the aftershocks of an earthquake, a series of low growls shook the ground beneath him. Darkness wavered. Leaves rustled. This beast’s rumble was terrible, threatening, ominous, but the monster stayed in the shadows.

When Gavin let loose a responding growl, the creature stepped forward on legs the size of a grizzly’s. Transfixed, unable to get a handle on the creature’s exact size and girth, and fairly sure he didn’t want to, Gavin jumped back. This was a damned nightmare.

“Son of a...”

Gavin tried to ignore the tingling in his hands. Angling his head, he heard a crack of bone on bone. Licks of white-hot fire made every joint ache as a wave of lightheadedness washed over him, twisting his stomach into fits. He knew this feeling, recognized these sensations, and they came as a shock.

The beast in front of him was able to call forth Gavin’s beast, and maybe even set it free early. Was that because what stood across from him had created him? Blood calling to blood?

Through a slowly revolving whirl of turmoil, Gavin heard his own growl of angry protest. “I’m not like you!”

And though it seemed impossible for anything else to get through the pain and shock of what he was experiencing, something else nipped at his attention, dragging him away from the outrageous situation at hand. Too riled up to put a name to that distraction, and feeling too ill to respond to it, Gavin kept his focus riveted to the beast less than ten feet away from him. He was close enough to hear it breathing. He heard its giant canines snapping, and the memory of teeth like that tearing into him, ripping the flesh from his bones, made his stomach turn over.

This was no werewolf. This truly was a demon. And Gavin’s mind warned that he might not be able to get out of this in one piece. Not this time.

When the creature’s growls suddenly ceased, the world went deathly quiet with a silence that seemed surreal. Though Gavin’s muscles ached to transform and his fingers stung with the threat of popping claws, the grip this specter had on him loosened. It, too, had noticed the distraction, and turned its mind elsewhere.

The enormous werewolf, which could have squashed him like a bug, advanced no farther. After waiting out several hundred of Gavin’s thunderous heartbeats, it turned away from him. Uttering a low roar of grumbling displeasure, it drifted away as completely and swiftly as if it had merely melted into the night.

Sounds from behind made Gavin spin around, afraid the creature had reappeared at his back. Lunging forward, taking the advantage, he rushed toward the sound, striking an object hard, taking it to the ground.

His breath whooshed out. His muscles screamed for the strength necessary to do some damage to the thing that had damaged him so very badly.

“This ends here, one way or the other!”

The moment he said those words, Gavin realized it wasn’t the beast he’d tackled. The body beneath him was small, fragile, and it squirmed beneath his weight, smelling like soap and the soft fabrics covering it.

Closing his eyes, Gavin fought back an oath. This wasn’t the monster. Not even close.

When he reopened his eyes, he found a familiar face looking back. A small white circle of features that were pale enough in the moonlight to be almost transparent.

“What the hell?” was all he managed to say between deep, rasping breaths of mortified relief.

Chapter 6

“You can get off me now.”

Breathless from the momentum of the attack, Skylar shook so hard, she stuttered.

Without being able to see Harris’s expression in the dark, she felt every racing beat of his heart through the chest pressed to hers.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“Following you.”

“I asked you to stay inside.”

“About that. I seem to be going through a rebellious streak that makes me impervious to reason. I’m sorry if I startled you.”

“Hell, woman, my warning must not have been nearly strong enough to convince you of the danger.”

“I was pretty sure you could handle one lone wolf.”

“Lone wolf? You have no idea...”

Maddeningly, Harris didn’t finish the statement as he fought for his breath.

“I thought you heard me coming,” she said. “You were speaking to me, weren’t you?”

“I was talking to myself.”

“Is that a habit rangers often pick up?”

“Yes.” He took some time to go on. “It’s not safe here. Not safe anywhere near here. It was foolish of you to ignore me.”

“Yes, well, right now the problem is being able to breathe.”

Harris only then seemed to realize he was on top of her. Slowly, he backed onto his knees. Seconds later, he offered her his hand and a word of caution. “We have to get you out of here.”

Skylar took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. The man was little more than a dim outline in the dark, but she saw him turn his head as if expecting someone else to appear.

Holding tightly to her right wrist, he said, “I can’t do my job if people run all over these hills in the dark. There are always a few who think they’re above the rules.”

Skylar stumbled forward when he snapped his arm. “Meaning I’m one of those.”

He didn’t challenge her remark.

“Did you find the wolf?”

“No.”

He was lying again. She could tell by the way her inner radar was going off.

“I’ll go with you to look for it,” she suggested.

“You’ll do no such thing. You can leave this place as quickly as possible. In fact, I’ll take you.”

“I don’t need a chaperone.”

“On the contrary, I have every reason to believe you might.”

He began to walk, more or less dragging her with him. “Please listen to me, Skylar. There’s a dangerous animal on the loose, and that’s no joke. If you’re out here, I’ll worry about you. Distractions can make these situations so much worse. Surely you can understand that?”

They slid in a damp patch of dirt on the slope, but righted easily enough. Skylar resolved to pay more attention to her feet. She wasn’t going to be the bimbo of horror flicks who always tripped and fell in the scary scenes. She had always been fleet.

She wasn’t afraid to be out here with Harris beside her, yet she felt uneasy, and as if they were being watched.

“I think my father might have been chasing a wolf when he died,” she confessed, matching Harris’s lengthy strides. “If so, then I want to see it skinned.”

Harris’s sharp intake of air wasn’t her imagination. Something out here had bothered him, and bothered him still. He was wired and on edge. He kept looking around.

“I’d like to hear about that, but this isn’t the time or place for conversation. You’ll have to trust me on this.”

“Okay,” she said.

The relief in his voice was evident. “Good.”

The odd feeling of them not being alone stuck with her on their steep downhill descent until she had to speak of it.

“I think we’re being followed.”

His response was to utter a choice four-letter word and to walk faster. Skylar wasn’t going to argue with him about getting to safety this time. The new presence she sensed was heavy enough to siphon some of the air from her lungs. The night had grown colder, and each breath she struggled to take felt icy after the day’s heat.

“Maybe it’s a ghost,” she whispered.

Harris urged her into a jog.

Thing was, she thought, if ghosts existed, this one hovering in the woods might turn out to be what was left of her father. But if it was her father, why did the spirit feel so dark? Why was she suddenly afraid?

She let Harris lead her through the night, clinging to his hand. She’d been right. They were being followed, and the man in front of her knew this as well as she did. Clearly whatever he had been chasing out here now stalked them, and it was something Ranger Harris feared.

Halfway down the path, Skylar resisted the impulse to stop and face whatever tracked them. Only then would she confront the awful fear building inside her.

Her guide didn’t seem to share her impulse to stop. His hold on her wrist remained unyielding as he led her over rough, unfamiliar terrain ignoring holes and vines as though he saw every detail in the dark.

She couldn’t see a blasted thing.

He didn’t produce a flashlight, either, seeming to rely on his own internal GPS system. She supposed that rangers had to be familiar with the areas they patrolled and that Harris walked these same paths over and over on a daily basis. All she saw were glimpses of his back, highlighted whenever the moon peeked out from the clouds.

Deliberately, she didn’t offer the use of the flashlight she’d used to find him in the first place, now tucked inside her pocket. She was fascinated by how Harris maneuvered and afraid that if she shone that light behind her, the sanity she presently held on to might desert her. She was sure something otherworldly lurked on this hillside.

She thanked God that Harris wasn’t the kind of creature she’d almost expected him to be—though the voice he shared with the man in her dreams continued to plague her. He didn’t use that voice now, though there were questions that sorely needed answers. Questions having to do with wolves being bold enough to stalk two humans, or if it might be some other Colorado animal. Mountain lion. Bear. Recently escaped homicidal human.

The icy sensation of being tracked didn’t ease up as they ran. Traversing the downward path, Skylar felt positive she heard sounds of the creature breathing beyond the two of them.

She kept as close to Harris as possible and his grip on her remained a comfort. But although they had gone a fair distance already, the cabin’s porch light didn’t appear. Were they lost?

A gravel road suddenly loomed up out of nowhere, noticeable by its ghostly gray color.

“Stop,” she said, tugging at Harris’s hand. “This isn’t anywhere near the cabin. The road to Dad’s place is dirt.”

“Just a few steps more,” Harris urged.

When she saw the car, Skylar remembered what he’d told her about leaving it there. “We’re on the opposite side of the hill. Are we driving to the cabin?”

“I’m thinking it might be better to take you someplace else for the rest of the night.”

“You heard that stalker, too?”

“What stalker?”

More lies, in the form of withheld information. The rigidity of Harris’s arm gave away the fact that he knew much more than he let on.

“Answering a question with a question won’t get us very far,” Skylar pointed out.

“Maybe not, but my Jeep will.”

They reached the car, found the doors unlocked.

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?” she challenged, facing him over the car’s roof.

“I don’t want to scare you.”

“It’s too late for that. Is the rush in honor of a dangerous outlaw on the loose? I have a right to know.”

“Would that make you get into this car?”

“I’d just like to know what we’re running from.”

Harris blew out a breath. “I don’t know what it is for sure, okay? I only know that something is out there, and my job is to keep you safe.”

The moon was brighter here, away from the trees. Ranger Harris gestured for her to get into the car.

“I’ll take you to town, where you can get a room for the night,” he said.

“You, too?”

“Afraid not.”

Did he sound regretful about that? Skylar wished she could see his face more clearly.

“Should I trust you?” she asked. “We’re running from the unknown, but I don’t know you, either. Is it wise to get into a car with you?”

“True. I am a stranger to you. But at the moment, I solemnly promise you that I’m the lesser of two evils on this mountain.”

Cooperating, Skylar climbed into the vehicle. The worn leather seats smelled like the great outdoors. Like dirt and greenery and Ranger Harris.

She said, “Maybe I should have taken a closer look at that badge on your shirt.”

He pulled the badge off and tossed it to her as he slid into the driver’s seat. “Be my guest.”

Without a doubt, this guy could be infuriating. But what he had tossed her felt like a real badge. She’d seen a few in her time, so this probably meant Harris was one of the good guys.

Skylar closed her fingers over the metal as if it were a talisman to wield against things that went bump in the night.

“Anything you need we can pick up at the store,” he said. “I have an account there.”

“Does this store have alcohol?”

Harris turned the key and started the engine. “I’m sure it does.” After a pause, he added, “We don’t have to talk about what happened tonight if you’d prefer that.”

“You mean about what chased us, or what nearly took place in my bedroom?”

“Should I apologize for acting on that last one?”

“No.” Skylar closed her eyes briefly, listening to the familiar nuances in his voice that fanned her inner heat. “It wasn’t your fault.”

The car kicked up a spray of gravel as it moved. Skylar felt Harris’s attention on her.

“I needed a diversion,” she explained.

“From what?”

“The rest of my life.”

“Losing your father?”

“That’s the most recent blow.”

“Then I’m sorry we were interrupted, though it was probably for the best.” Harris sounded earnest.

“Yes. For the best,” Skylar agreed, leaning sideways as the car made a sharp left turn around a stand of pine trees. “It wasn’t really a wolf that made you run out on me, was it?”

Harris glanced in her direction without comment.

They rode in silence after that, which made the bumpy ride more uncomfortable. Eventually it became clear that the man beside her wasn’t going to offer anything resembling a decent explanation for what had happened in or around the cabin tonight. Then again, neither could she.

“You might want to pack your father’s things during the day and stay in town at night,” he suggested some time later.

“Being in town most of the time would be inconvenient.”

Again, Skylar felt the intensity of his silent appraisal.

“As a favor to me, then,” he said.

“Do I owe you one?”

“If not, you might humor me as the local law enforcement.”

Skylar winced. Because of Danny, the words law enforcement had a sour ring to them. In essence, she’d gone from one kind of cop to another without thinking. This was far better than the werewolf dream, though.

“Well, I can’t jump out of a moving car, so I guess tonight’s a done deal,” she said.

“Good.”

As they rounded another dark curve in the road, the soft glitter of distant lights appeared. Skylar supposed her safety would be assured down there among the masses, if safety was really an issue.

It was that rebel part of her—the part that had sent her traipsing up a mountain path after dark and had given her an appreciation for sensuous dreams, gorgeous werewolves and strangers with seductive voices—that told her to ignore this ranger’s plan after tonight and instead find out what the hell was going on.

Her dad had kept secrets, and that hadn’t ended well. The man beside her kept things to himself. She had to know who or what was out there, and whether being followed tonight had anything to do with her father’s death, less than two weeks ago. She had a hunch that it did.

With good old Donovan perseverance and a dash of stubborn determination, she vowed get to the heart of these mysteries if it was the last thing she ever did.

With or without the man next to her...in her bed.

Chapter 7

Gavin read Skylar Donovan easily and checked his concerns. She was only his business up to a point. After that, his feelings for her couldn’t interfere with a task that was too weighty for distractions.

He’d seen the demon. Facing it again, he had survived. And that was one hell of a mystery.

The thing hadn’t attacked. If it had scented him and identified him as a Were—one it had created in a bloody mess of poisoned flesh—surely Skylar Donovan’s presence should also have piqued its interest. All that succulent ivory skin and her sweet, sweet perfume that right now made him want to look at her instead of the road.

The beast couldn’t have missed that.

No beast could have missed it.

Case in point was his own inexplicable longing for her. More than anything, he wanted to stop the car and show her he could maintain some control if he was allowed to have her.

It wasn’t only his vow to protect the public that made him want to see to Skylar’s safety. It was sheer, unadulterated greed. He wanted to save Skylar Donovan for himself.

She was the sum total of everything he’d lost when that beast attacked him, and so much more. She was lace and perfume, defiance and mystery in a slick feminine casing that escalated his need for those things. He’d be damned if he’d allow the monster to harm one hair on her beautiful head.

Despite this newfound possessiveness, he realized that Skylar really wasn’t his to keep. She was human, and he wasn’t. Oil and water didn’t mix. Neither should wolf and human DNA.

He’d kissed Skylar and wanted his mouth on hers now. Her plush lips were all he thought about when they weren’t confronting giant rabid werewolves that by all rights shouldn’t exist.

I shouldn’t exist, either, as I am now. You deserve better, Skylar.

But maybe she’d been sent here from the heavens as the kind of distraction that would keep him sane and grounded?

Don’t look for excuses.

He might be torn apart by the depth of his longing for her, but he had to let this woman go, keep his distance, harness his thoughts and get away from her as soon as possible because his resolve was already weakening where she was concerned, and his energy was needed elsewhere.

The beast had returned. He’d seen it. Instead of taking it down, he’d been seriously unprepared, due in part to Skylar.

“No more kissing.”

Though he muttered this softly and to himself, she heard it.

“Is that a promise?” she said.

Grimacing, rubbing his forehead, Gavin felt conflicted. By being here with Skylar he was allowing the monster to get away. By allowing it to get away, he was helping Skylar Donovan avoid the ugly fate that had befallen him.