Vivian Arend - Wolf Games

To Valerie Tibbs, the first reader of the Granite Lake Wolves, and the first to tell me I was a real writer. Youre a wonderful friend, a great encourager and a talented graphic artist to boot. Thanks for believing in me.

Anneyoure incredible. Weve tagged you The Queen of the Wolves for a reason. Thanks for making the wolfies shine so bright.

To my hubby. Any place we go together is home.

Maggie hesitated as the boardwalk underfoot blurred.

You okay?

She nodded but grabbed another couple of pills from her backpack and chased them down with a few swallows of water. Her dizzy spells had grown more frequent. Was she really okay? Not yet, but the cure might be closer than before.

Youre seriously freaking me out. If I didnt know better Id suspect you were popping something other than herbal remedies. Pam blocked her path and looked her over sternly. Finally seeming satisfied, her friend grabbed Maggies gym bag off her shoulder. Since you insist you need to soak instead of just hitting the sleeping bags, Im going to be your Sherpa. You concentrate on walking. I dont want to have to figure out how to carry your sorry ass again.

Maggie chuckled faintly. Hey, it only happened one time.

Yeah, once was enough. You may look like a twig, but youre damn heavy. Pam winked, then offered her elbow. Do you need an extra hand? Im here for you.

Im fine. Really. I just need a couple hours floating. Liard Hot Springs is a little bit of heaven on earth.

They walked in companionable silence down the worn boards of the four-foot-wide path leading into the bush of northern British Columbia, summertime heat rising around them. Beautiful weather had followed them the entire trip from Vancouver. The bright green colours of new growth in the marsh grasses on either side of the boardwalk made a soul-refreshing break from the concrete that had filled Maggies world for far too long. Towering spruce trees, the brilliant blue of the June sky, crisp clean airall of it slipped into her blood like a tonic. A tightly locked knot in her core loosened, and for the first time in almost a decade she didnt resist.

Her wolf stirred.

Oh God, that felt amazing. Maggie stopped in midstride and closed her eyes to let the sensation roll over her. Surround her. Like an icy cold barrier had broken open a crack, shivers trickled through her limbs. Electric. Delightful.

Shit, are you having a seizure or something? Pam clutched her arm and shook her gently. Maggie fought to keep from baring her teeth. Because wouldnt that just freak the human out to learn there were some secrets even best friends didnt share.

They were close to the changing shelters, rustic wooden squares built of upright rough-cut timber. Splashing noises trickled to Maggies ears as she fought down the longing in her limbs she refused to answer. Im just tired. Let me get into the water.

Fuck that. You havedrown. Justcarefulhell. Pams voice faded in and out of Maggies range of hearing. It was the most confusing thing. Maggie saw her friends lips continue to move, but the words disappeared. All that remained was this loud buzzing noise, like a swarm of horseflies. Maggie tried not to laugh at the funny expression on Pams face as she waved her arms frantically and flapped her hands at someone racing around the corner of the decking surrounding the hot springs.

Someone? Maggie peered harder through the fog drifting in front of her eyes. That wasnt a person, it was a walking wall. Crap, the man was huge. Dripping wet from head to toe, gorgeous tattoos seemed to writhe on his torso as he reached for her.

Hmmhe smelt delicious.

Strength.

Safety.

Sensations of happiness and contentment stole through her chaotic thoughts. Her feet didnt seem to be touching the ground anymore, and the world bounced gently. She cracked open one eye to gaze around. Above her, the trees rotated, and a small cloud chased across the sky in a blur. Warmth surrounded her up to her neck and she let out a contented sign. Her head rested on something firm and soft and she nuzzled against it tighter. A steady banging echoed in her ear, somehow reassuring.

And that scent? Oh yeah. She drew a deep breath, filling her nostrils and enjoying the way her mouth watered. It was like sitting down to a well-cooked rib-eye steak, with all her favorite side dishes. The sweetest dessert, followed by a dozen shooters. Maggie took another leisurely inhalation before snuggling closer to the thumping noise.

Erik caught sight of the women as they strolled down the boardwalk, one of them swaying from side to side. He laughed quietly. Hed have a set of slightly tipsy females to keep an eye on while they soaked. The youth from his pack traveling with him played off to the left in the cold pool section of the natural hot springs. Splashing and hooting and the sounds of carrying-on filled the air.

Wolvesthey were such children.

He waded through the water toward the deck. The woman on the right looked familiar. Petite, blonde, youthful features. If shed been hugely pregnant he would have sworn it was Missy, the Omega for his pack, although she wasnt the kind to get falling-down drunk. It appeared he was about to meet his reason for driving south sooner than expected. It had to be Maggie weaving toward him.

He watched with growing concern as the womens forward motion slowed. It wasnt just a tipsy ramble anymore, something seemed wrong. Erik grabbed the edge of the railing, wondering if he should offer assistance.

Oh shit, help, someone. Damn it. Help. The brunette waved her arms, the frantic motions drawing his attention to the other woman as she wavered on unsteady limbs. He leapt out of the water, droplets spraying from his body to soak the worn boards underfoot. Long strides carried him down the boardwalk just in time to be able to catch the blonde before she collapsed.

His world shifted three feet to the left.

Shockslike small electrical connectionsregistered where their bodies touched. Trickles shot through his limbs and up his spine. Tingling. Snapping. Oh hello, it felt completely and wonderfully right.

Thanksshes been getting dizzy and I didnt want her to collapse and hurt herself. The dark-haired woman kept rambling, but the entire focus of Eriks attention centered on the beautiful female he held in his arms. He turned and walked back to the water, taking the steps while still cradling her close.

What the hell are you doing? Shes passed out. She needs to recover and The friend followed him down into the pool, tugging at his elbow.

stay warm. Dont worry, Ive got her. Erik had no intention of letting her go. Ever. But that probably wasnt what this other woman wanted to hear. He settled on one of the submerged benches scattered through the natural pool and rearranged his mate in his arms, her head resting on his chest. The sensation of her cheek on his bare skin made his whole body react.

His mate.

Incredible. After all these years of waiting and longing, she dropped into his arms out of the blue. For now, knowing she actually existed was enough to make him want to shout in delight. Except, he didnt do shouting.

A rather piercing voice broke through his intense concentration and he remembered the friend, now glaring at him with suspicion. He held out his free hand. Erik Costanov, from Alaska.

The brunette ignored his hand. Pam. I think you should let me take care of my friend now.

Ive got her.

I noticed. Id prefer it if you werent holding her. Just take her over to the stairs and Ill help

Relax. I wont hurt her. Im going to care for her for the rest of my life. The thought sent shots of pleasure through his system. Finally. His mate.