Khloe Wren

Emma gripped the steering wheel tight enough to make her knuckles as white as the snow falling outside. She hated driving in

the snow. This current snow storm was getting worse quickly; she prayed she made it home before the brunt of the storm hit. She

felt her anger grow. Her boss knew she lived out of town, knew this storm was coming. Yet, he’d kept her late at the clinic doing

crappy administrative tasks that could have easily waited for Monday morning.

Lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice the dark shape on the road until it was too late. She cursed as she stomped on the

brakes; her SUV slid on the icy road for a few feet before the chains on her tires dug into the asphalt and prevented her from going

over the edge. Her car came to a halt quickly, but unfortunately, not quite fast enough. She hit the dark shape in front of her with a

soft thud as her car came to a complete stop. She quickly chucked her hand brake on, grabbed her beanie and gloves, and went to

check on what she’d hit.

She walked around the front of her car to find a beautiful, large grey wolf sprawled out on its side, unconscious in the fresh

snow.

“Please don’t be dead.” She whispered as she knelt by his head and placed a palm over his chest. She was relieved when she

felt it rise and fall with slow even breaths and could feel the thumping of his heart - a quick look down his body confirmed he was

indeed a boy wolf.

Damn, her female cats were not going to be happy with her. She went back to her car and opened the back hatch, grabbed a

tarp and went back to the wolf. With a considerable amount of maneuvring she got him onto the canvas and then into the rear of her

SUV - all without putting her back out. She was impressed. Shaking her head at the fact she’d managed to pick up yet another stray

animal, she climbed in and drove the rest of the way home.

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By the time she arrived home the wolf was awake. He jumped, seemingly uninjured, from the car when she opened the way.

“Guess I didn’t hit you too hard then, boy. Come on, come inside where it’s warm - but no chasing the cats, you hear me?”

The wolf looked at her like he understood every word before he bounded up the stairs and into her house. Strange. Emma

shut the door and turned to have a closer look at her new pet. He was watching her with heated eyes; what the hell was that all

about? Suddenly the air around him began to shimmer and with a bright flash the wolf was gone and a very muscular, very naked

and very aroused man stood in its place. Her eyes flipped wide open and her jaw hung loose. What. The. Hell?

“Don’t worry, I won’t be chasing your cats. I’ll be too busy chasing you. My mate.”