Chapter One

The quiet street was bathed in long shadows as dusk fell. From a distance, he observed her while standing under the shadow of trees opposite her cottage-style house. Well, not currently, because with all his enhanced senses, X-ray vision wasn’t one of them.

Nevertheless, he would be able to tell if she left the house. He would smell her. The aroma surrounding her was a mix of cinnamon and honey.

Once again, Aaron scanned his surroundings to ensure no one had slipped past his radar. Amidst the faint breeze, he could only perceive his own fragrance and the smells of the other people who resided on the street. If his people were observing her, believing she held knowledge about her sister Bonnie’s whereabouts, then others might have the same knowledge or suspicion.

Not only did he need to stop unknown others from getting to Bonnie’s sister. His main assignment was to track her until she brought them to Bonnie.

To say this was a shit assignment was an understatement, but he had put other wolves on her. Very skilled wolves and somehow she had shaken them loose. Not bad for a human. He didn’t know how she had figured out she was being followed.

Despite this, they couldn’t take the chance of leaving her alone and unprotected. It was necessary for him to find her sister. Then they could hopefully sort this mess out.

As the enforcer and beta of their pack, he had more significant responsibilities than looking after and keeping an eye on this mousy human woman. She looked like a fucking librarian, with her plain white boxy blouses and black skirt that had no shape. Her hair looked tan the way it was pulled back in a tight bun thing at the back of her neck and she wore god awful flat shoes.

He was here all because her younger sister had got herself mixed up with their pack and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then again, she wouldn’t have been involved with their pack. If two years earlier, one fateful night, she had again been in the wrong place.

Underage, by the way, drinking. While at the neighbourhood pub, a fight erupted and a foolish pup managed to bite her shoulder. Turning her, he hoped by mistake and not by design. God, it had better have been a mistake. This didn’t happen too often.

His brother and alpha went berserk upon discovering and held everyone accountable for their mistake at the bar that night. If Bonnie got in trouble, they would also be held accountable.

Babysitting new werewolves was the last thing the pack needed. It was something our kind only did if you found your mate within the human race and that mate chose to turn. There was still no guarantee that the change would work and your mate would survive.

The reason he was here was because the little twit couldn’t seem to stay out of the wrong places and had been witness to something and this could very likely get her killed.

Something significant was unfolding within the pack and the surrounding packs. Two weeks prior, two members of their pack had died and Bonnie had disappeared. They needed to find out what the fuck was happening. Bonnie was the connecting link.

There was a slight movement in the curtains at the cottage window. He redirected his entire focus back to the house. He observed as she moved her curtain and approached the front window, giving him a hostile look. It appeared as though she was aware of his presence.

However, he had been suspecting it throughout the entire day. She attempted to lose him in traffic after leaving her workplace at the local community bank.

While she glared at him, Aaron waved and smiled in return. She reacted by extending her middle finger at him, then closed the curtain and moved away from the window. His reaction was to burst out laughing, which was a result of his surprise. She had to know who he was, what he was. Flipping him off is not something most people would have the courage to do.

Shaking his head, he kind of liked the little shrew for her spunk.

She also made his dick hard! Was it because she stood up to him? Shrugging Maybe! No woman in their pack had the balls to do it. One thing was for sure: she turned him on in a way her sister left him cold.

After waiting for another thirty minutes, Aaron finally decided to provoke the bear. She knew he was here, anyway. He may as well make the most of it and have some fun. Grinning, he strolled across the road, then across her lawn and up onto her veranda.

Aaron raised his hand to knock on the front door, but before he could. The door swung open. Before he even said anything, little miss prim had a knife pointed at his balls.

“What can I do for you? dog boy.”

Aaron smirked down at the knife positioned under his nuts and another at his heart. Aaron took notice of her knife-holding technique. She knew what she was doing. Interesting! He had been so distracted by her, she had got the jump on him.

Usually, if someone called him dog boy, he’d immediately go for their throat. Instead, he did want to jump her, but the only danger she was in was from his dick.

While he had the ability to disarm her, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t get a couple of nicks in the process. But what was the fun in that? Let her think she had got the better of him. Her eyes, adorned with long dark lashes, were a mesmerising shade of green moss. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. Fuck, she didn’t need any.

“Do you know who I am, lady?” Aaron demanded of her. She smelt so good.

“Your no hot shot to me, dog breath. You might be some top shit in your little cult, but out in the real world, it doesn’t mean shit.” She mocked, staring him straight in the eye.

“It’s not a cult.” He growled back.

“Oh, that’s right, it’s a life style choice. Don’t you dickheads have a hierarchy where everyone bows down to the leader? sounds like a fucking cult to me. Leash follower.” She snapped back.

Grinding his teeth, he wanted to bend this little bitch over. Instead, he showed her his teeth with nice long incisors and it didn’t faze her. Bollocks.

She grinned back. The grin she had wasn’t sincere; it was more reminiscent of Chucky’s wicked sister. “What’s wrong, foot rug? Am I getting under your skin? Good! Now get the fuck off my property.”

“Listen, it’s important we find your sister.” Breathing out, he calmed himself. This was important.

“Well, tough shit, wet dog, I haven’t seen her or heard from her.” He did take a sniff of the house and he couldn’t smell Bonnie.

“Lady, you can only insult a man so many times….” He said in a menacing tone.

“Are you a dog or a pussy?” she counted, tilting her head to the side. She studied him. “plus I don’t see a man standing in front of me.”

Growling low in his throat.

A smirk played on her lips as she raised her eyebrow at him. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. Was she generally like this with everyone, or was there something about his kind that bothered her?

Aaron lifted both hands in the air and stepped back away from her and her knives. He knew he wasn’t going to get anything from her now and he will just have to keep following her until Bonnie contacted her for help. “If you do hear from your sister, let her know to contact me. The name is Aaron.”

She tightly held one knife against her thigh, prepared to use it if necessary, and held the other in front of her with a bent elbow, anticipating any sudden movements from him. “I haven’t had a lot to do with my sister since she started hanging with your lot. So I very much doubt it.” She sounded like she blamed them for that. So it wasn’t some prejudgment of their kind. This was the hurt talking.

Stepping back, she added, “Now get the fuck off my property flea bag.” Then slammed the door in his face.

One thing was true: she had got under his skin and, looking down, made his dick hard. Even though she had held a knife to it. That hadn’t made a blind bit of difference.