ALPHA SPEED DATING (BBW) (Rocky Mountain Shifters) (13 page)

“I’m leaving now.”

“Lock your door.” A sharp chill tore through his nerve endings. The Lycan in him wanted to howl. He was supposed to be the one protecting Sherry. Not the other way around. This was all wrong. If he shifted, he could make it back to the club. His instincts rallied. No. His name had been on the court sign-in. It was no secret he was part owner of several LoDo businesses. Easy to track. This made sense. Sher had to leave the Den. “Do you have a gun?”

“Flickering skin? We’ll need more than a pistol,” she whispered. “You need to take care. I’m on my way.”

He hung up, glancing both ahead and behind him. Ever since he’d kissed Sher, his world had come undone. So much for the magic moment of meeting his mate. He should have known the fates would kick his arse.

The Dark Fae were jackals coming to prey during times of weakness. What had happened for them to appear in Denver? So far, none were wielding any copper weapons. A sign that he was marked. Only one of his uncles had been a protector to a spellcaster. Quinn had heard tales. Not a pretty end. It was the only time a Lycan could be killed. A solitary death.

All other Lycans were clannish unless they were called as guardians. Not all, but some had the instinct. Luck of the draw! His DNA had him hungering for a spellcaster unlike his parents who had the run-of-the-mill Lycan attraction for other Lycans. They’d married, had children, and now enjoyed sailing as their latest hobby. They hob-knobbed with royalty and had been invited to the upcoming christening of the new prince. His brothers and sisters were exactly the same. Boring sods. Not him. He spent years wandering the Earth in search of a conjurer. Talk about being the black sheep of the family. This was all more than likely a glorious mistake. One he would gladly enjoy living down with Sherry.

No sooner had he finished that thought than the sunshine disappeared under rolling grey clouds accompanied by sharp winds. His jacket whipped against his body. The howling in the distance, baying wolves were enough for him to toss his briefcase aside. The warnings were tossed by the wind. Yips and a few long trills echoed. The eerie déjà vu of his dream last night hijacked his senses. His body tensed, his skin tightened, and his wolf urge to shift crept closer to the surface.

Gone were the other people walking across the street. They were more than likely intelligent enough to get out of the weather. In the middle of spring, this was well beyond typical—it was Biblical.

Honking horns blared up ahead. With a squeal of tires, two cars collided. Quinn inhaled the rush of scents blasting past him. In a second he’d be shifting unless he consciously held back. He loosened his tie, his fingers freezing in the plummeting temperatures. His teeth clattered. Christ, he had to maintain control.

“Wolf,” the voice came from behind him.

Quinn turned to stare into two pairs of eyes. The men from the parking lot stood in back of him. Up close, it was easy to tell that they weren’t human. Castings really. They possessed another form of a flickering outer body. One that vacillated between human and creature. Clothed men, and then in a blink, their masquerade disappeared and they were hulking, naked beings. These ones had taken on horrid features. Sores covered their grey skin. They bore the defining hieroglyphic markings similar to tattoos all over their bodies. They were Dark Fae all right. A wholly dismal lot; not the beings he remembered from years ago.

“What do you want?” Quinn asked.

The End of the Preview for Her Lycan Lover

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