mywolfprotector

My Wolf Protector

by

Rose Wynters

Wolf Town Guardians

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My Wolf Protector (Wolf Town Guardians, Book 2)

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The El Lobo Apache Nation

The night air was sweltering hot as the biker sped down the dark, desolate road in Jagged Rock, New Mexico. The moon was nearly full and hanging low as it illuminated the powerful male that

controlled the large motorcycle so effortlessly. His long, black hair flowed away from his body while the bike quickly ate up the miles. He wasn't afraid of the danger of riding without a helmet. It wasn't even a consideration.

He surveyed the area behind the dark lenses he wore, his firm, well-defined lips tightening into a grimace. His eyesight was perfect, even in the darkest of nights, and they didn't fail him now. Despite his absence, Jagged Rock was the same as it had always been. The road itself was flat and surrounded by dry, dusty dirt, broken up only by the sagebrush that dotted the landscape. It was a harsh land, designed by nature to challenge those who lived on its surface. The tribe had learned to adapt to it, but they'd never conquered it. Nobody could.

The Mesa was off in the distance, standing tall and mysterious in the glow from the moonlight.

It had always been a source of superstition, from the time his tribe had settled there, hundreds of years before. His mouth twisted cynically. He couldn't imagine anything scarier than a population of people that shifted into a werewolf every full moon.

Already the moon was affecting him, its light calling to the beast that lived inside of him. His body felt even more powerful than it generally did, the clothing he wore making his skin itch. He fought the urge to rip off his clothes and shift. Waiting one more night wouldn't kill him. Werewolves could turn anytime, but during a full moon, they absolutely had to.

This area was perfect for the New Mexico pack, at least, it had been. Times were changing,

though. More humans were filtering in, and the wolves had to be careful. Remaining hidden was the only way to ensure their peace and survival. Even during the full moon they were cautious, although at night most humans would believe them to be just a pack of wild wolves.

Humans were the reason he was even back at the reservation. Alonzo, a fellow pack member

and chief of their tribe, had sent a desperate message along their channels to return home. The tribe was seeing an influx of humans around the community, and the wolves were uneasy. Trouble was brewing, and they needed to eliminate it as soon as possible.

He'd just spent several hours with Alonzo, discussing ways to keep the pack safe. The braves

were already keeping watch and asking questions, attempting to discover what the humans were after.

In the end, it was decided to warn the pack and post sentries the following night. The rowdy wolves weren't going to enjoy staying around their homes during the full moon, but it couldn't be helped.

Hopefully, the humans would leave fast.

Although he'd been gone for a year, he still had a home here in Jagged Rock. It was a log cabin he'd built himself, many years before. The cabin was perfect for a bachelor, and it was completely set off by itself. Marrok was definitely the loner of the pack, and he enjoyed his privacy. His nearest neighbor was a mile away, which suited him just fine.

Worldly possessions didn't matter much to him, but his freedom did. He could come and go as

he pleased, with nothing more than the backpack underneath his seat. It was a simple existence for a simple man.

His lips curled up ruefully. Over the years there had been a lot of speculation about his finances among the hopefuls in the pack, or so he'd heard. The hopefuls were the unmated, female wolves living in Jagged Rock. It wasn't that he couldn't afford something much more prestigious. He was over two hundred years old and rich beyond belief. Prestigious meant more commitments, though, and a whole lot of obligations he didn't want.

He looked wistfully to the north, his hands gripping the handlebars tightly. There was nothing he'd like more than to ride straight out of the reservation, leaving it far behind. When he'd gotten the call he'd been in California, traveling with a group of bikers he'd met in a small-town bar. All of them had been human, but it hadn't mattered. Marrok was a free spirit, used to living footloose and fancy-free. He would have traveled with them for awhile, enjoying the parties and the women, until

something else appealed to him.

There was one hard and fast rule he always stuck to, though. When the moon called, he listened.

He made sure to keep to himself during that time, always steering clear of humanity until it phased out.

Nobody really noticed or cared about his disappearances. The bikers were used to others joining and leaving their groups as they pleased.

Lost in his thoughts, it took his mind a moment to process the change in the air. He slowed

down the bike, inhaling deeply to analyze it. His supernatural sense of smell picked up an odd and elusive scent in the wind, mixed in with the acrid smell of smoke and alcohol. The scents didn't go together, one of them pleasant while the others were repugnant. His eyes flickered with interest as he pulled off onto the shoulder of the road.

The night was silent when he cut the bike off. Marrok carefully scanned the horizon while

opening his senses wide. Over the noise of the crickets, he faintly heard the sounds of motorcycles, loud rock music, and laughter. His dark eyes zoned in on the area it was coming from. In the distance, a large bonfire illuminated the darkness, far enough away it wouldn't have been visible to the average human.

He was anything but average, though.

A group of bikers were having a late night party at Jagged Rock Lake. It wasn't anyone from the area. He would know their scents if they were. The majority of the tribe was werewolves, and a wolf could easily recognize one of their own. Trouble was oozing from their pores, the stench reaching him even from a distance. This group was up to no good, and the last thing their pack needed was more trouble.

The wind blew through his hair, bringing in more of the captivating scent. He inhaled deeply,

his body humming with excitement. It was a combination of jasmine and musk, purely female. It was delicious, unlike anything he'd ever smelled before. His eyes glowed red behind his dark lenses. Who was this mysterious female affecting him so deeply?

The answer slammed into him, his body stiffening in a mixture of shock and overwhelming lust.

His massive hands tightened on the handlebars, nearly crushing them with his strength. It was

undeniable. The wolf inside of him had lived for this very moment, and there was no force on earth strong enough to keep him away. Nothing existed or mattered beyond the burning need pulsating

through his body. He had scented his mate, and he was determined to claim her.

* * * * *

Taylor sat quietly with her back against the base of the tree, hoping that the loud group of bikers would forget she was ever even there. She was quite a distance away, the light of the bonfire just barely hitting the treeline. A mosquito bit her on the shoulder and she smacked it, praying there weren't any other insects intent on investigating her body.

She was hot, miserable, and afraid, wishing she'd never let Nicole talk her into coming. After all, what business did a twenty-five year old, virginal accountant have out with this raucous group?

They had brought them to this deserted area to party, or so they had said.

One of the drunken bikers stood up and walked in front of the bonfire. Unzipping his jeans, he relieved himself in the fire while yelling and gyrating his hips wildly. The others encouraged him on.

Taylor turned her face away, repulsed. Yeah, some party it was turning out to be for her.

Nicole was her best friend and had been for years. She'd nagged her to get out and live a little, which resulted in her going out to a bar with her friend. It hadn't taken long for trouble to find them.

Nicole had taken a liking to one of the bikers, and it had ended up with them being here. Not wanting to hurt her friend's feelings, and more than a little worried Nicole had bitten off more than she could chew, she'd agreed to come with her.

She sighed. If only they hadn't drunk those beers, one of them would have been able to drive

Nicole's car. As it was, they'd rode out with the bikers, and she was stuck. Hindsight was always 20/20.The men had quickly built a bonfire and broke out the liquor. They were all sitting around the fire now, listening to music and getting louder and crazier by the minute. At least, from what she could see. Her glasses were back in Nicole's car, left behind before they'd walked into the bar, in an attempt to ditch the nerd girl look she generally had.

She waved her hand around in the air around her, attempting to shoo off the mosquitoes. She

was dressed skimpier than she'd ever been before in a sleeveless top that ended right below her breasts, a stretchy skirt that ended halfway down her thighs, and some boots that nearly touched her kneecaps.

Riding on the back of a motorcycle had been terrifying enough, the outfit had only made it a hundred times worse.

Nicole had disappeared in the woods with the biker she'd met, despite Taylor's pleas to do