Wild Instincts: Part 1 (Werewolf Erotic Romance) (3 page)

I awoke with a start, a
strangled gasp caught in my throat as I glanced around the
unfamiliar campsite. Hawthorne was still asleep on the other side
of the fire. I raised a trembling hand to my neck, tracing the spot
where he'd bitten me at the climax of my passionate dream. For a
moment I began to panic, images of Thorn's handsome body flashing
through my head. I was alone with him out here, if I couldn't get a
grip on myself-

The dull embers of the
fire snapped me back to reality. How long had we slept? The pale
light of dawn was already filtering through the trees. We were long
overdue to be back.

"Thorn!" I hissed,
shaking him by the shoulder, "Thorn wake up, it's morning already!"
He murmured and opened his eyes, blinking in confusion. "We need to
get back right now! You know what he'll do to us if he finds out
we're missing!"

"Okay, okay I'm awake,"
he clutched my hand and let me pull him to his feet, stumbling
around unsteadily for a moment until he got his bearings. Then he
was in control again, his voice taking on the same cool, confident
tone from the night before. "Leave the camp things here, it can't
be too long past dawn. If we hurry he might not even be awake
yet."

I nodded in agreement
and the pair of us shifted into our wolves without another word,
bounding back in the direction of the main camp as fast as our legs
could carry us. Thorn's hope was a thin one. Cyan was always up at
the crack of dawn. No matter how quickly we made it back to the
rest of the pack, I had the sinking feeling that it wouldn't be
quick enough. I doubted I'd get away with just having to spend the
night in my alpha's tent this time. Disagreements were one thing,
but we had strict rules about our movements and behaviour outside
of camp. I followed the dappled brown of Hawthorne's coat ahead of
me, but before long I'd fallen back to put some distance between
us. Thorne's scent, one that I'd barely recognised the night
before, stirred unwelcome thoughts in the back of my mind now. I
kept thinking back to the dream. I knew it was because I'd asked
him about his instinct. The wolf in me craved dominance and power,
and he'd put an image in my mind of the most wild, dominant male I
could ever imagine. So dominant he avoided females for fear of what
he might end up doing to them. Thinking about him in that way was
wrong for both of us. I felt like I'd made a new friend in him the
night before, and the last thing either of us needed was to be
tempted by our animal instincts. I pushed the memory of the dream
to the back of my mind and held it there. But I knew the wolf in me
had caught the scent of something she craved. Whatever Cyan had in
store for us when we got back, I had the feeling it would soon be
the least of my problems.

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To be continued
in
Wild Passions
: Wild Instincts, Part
2

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