Terry Spear - A SEAL in Wolf's Clothing

Of all the damn times for his SEAL team leader, Hunter Greymere, to take a mate and fly off on a honeymoon to Hawaii, why did he have to do so now?

The problem wasnt only with the assassin, should he arrive here and target Hunters sister, Meara, since Hunter was gone, but also with the fact that Meara was on the prowl for a mate. Finn Emerson had discovered that when he read the advertisement for cabin rentals that was lying on the white marble breakfast bar in Mearas cabin.

He would have been wryly amused if the situation wasnt creating even more difficulties for him. Glancing down at the counter, he reread the advertisement.

Cabin rentals with single occupancy located on Oregon coast. Great for rugged adventurers looking for a wilderness escape. No nearby shopping, theaters, or restaurants. Strictly a roughing-it getaway. For a special fee, management will provide a select menu. Cabin availability limited, so sign up now.

Meara Greymere, Owner and Manager

As he considered each point in the advertisement, Finn shook his head and slipped a bug into Mearas phone.

Single occupancy? After searching the five unoccupied cabins, Finn had found that each had two bedrooms and a living area furnished with a fold-down couch for additional guests.

Rugged adventurers? From what Hunter had told Finn, Meara had been searching for a mate for some years now, and he assumed she wanted only alpha males to rent the cabins.

Cabin availability limited? Yep, limited to five alpha males, if she could ensure she only rented to alphas.

Meara Greymere, Owner and Manager? What had happened to Hunter in the equation? Finn knew Hunter wouldnt have given Meara total control over the rentals.

As to the special fee for a select menu, he just wondered whator more appropriately, whoshe would be offering.

Finn spied a notebook sitting next to the phone and flipped it open. A womans handwriting listed guests due to arrive this weekwith abbreviated notes beside their names.

Joe Matheson, investment brokersounded sexy, first arrival.

Hugh Sutherland, thrill seekerrugged voice.

Ted Greystalk, bank presidentpromising.

Caesar Silverman, dive-shop ownersounded wet and wild.

Finn snorted. He didnt think she liked Navy SEAL types much because he and Hunter were SEALs. So why would the owner of a dive shop be appealing? Maybe she covertly was impressed with SEALs but refused to admit it, and the diver reminded her of a SEAL.

Rocky Montana, independently wealthymysterious.

The guy sounded like he was a wrestler or something. But the mysterious bothered Finn most. A man with something to hide?

Five other names had been crossed out and had merited comments like not rugged enough, sounded way too controlling, by own admission, strictly loner wolf, too old sounding, strictly human, and mated!

She had another list of eligible and ineligible wolves for the following week.

Finn slapped the notebook closed and set up a hidden camera in the living room, wedging it between books in the bookcase. He would have a couple of his buddies run background checks on each of the men to see if they could turn up anything. Because lupus garous lived so long, they had to change their occupations and locations after a time to avoid suspicion, so the background checks might not turn up much.

That was fine. Finn would interrogate the men thoroughly in person anyway. He smiled a little. Hed prove to them that none had what it took to turn Mearas head.

Still, Finn couldnt believe Hunter had left a couple of sub-leaders in control of the pack and Meara in charge of the cabins. So who the hell was in charge of Meara?

The worst-case scenario was that Meara would get stuck with a wolf she wasnt interested in mating due to a poor choice on her part. From what Hunter had told him, shed always been headstrong and hard to heel, and Finn figured the years hadnt changed her. Besides, she was always picking up the wrong kind of men.

Finn stalked down the plush ivory-carpeted hall to her bedrooma nicely appointed room with a queen-sized bed covered in an olive-colored silk comforter and pillows, all trimmed in gold. The walls were a marbleized olive color, and all the wood was rosewood, making him feel as if he were in a cozy woodland den. On the walls hung pictures of redwoods from the California forests Meara and Hunter had called home for more than a century. Finn wondered if Meara ever got homesick, or if shed adjusted to living on the Oregon coast. He still couldnt believe theyd been forced to move because of some damned arsonist.

Used to living out of a duffel bag, Finn was surprised to feel an uncharacteristic pang of longing for an ocean-view cabin, comfortable, homey, and appealing for every season. He had a place of his own with an ocean view a couple hours south, having thought he might live there if he ever wanted to set down more permanent roots, but he rarely stayed there, renting it out to others for most of the year. Or using it as a safe house on occasion.

His home didnt feel like his own place, having been decorated by an interior decorator. Nothing there was his personally. It was just a spot to drop in when it was vacant, once in a blue moon, and he wasnt on a mission.

Mearas cabin had a different ocean view, and it was warmer somehow, filled with her enticing scent and smaller, homier than his place. A rosewood-framed collection of pictures of her familyHunter, her parents, and her uncle, who had owned the cabin resort before giving it to Hunter and Mearasat on the dresser. A silver-plated hairbrush engraved with her grandmothers name rested beside the pictures. A tube of lip gloss next to that made Finn think of Mearas moistened lipssucculent, full and petulant, and damned ripe for kissing. He scowled at himself for even going there and glanced out the window.

He could imagine a summer day like today with a refreshing, cool ocean breeze blowing through the open windows, or a wintry landscape where the pines were dusted with snowflakes while he ran through them in his wolf coat, or spring wildflowers filling the woods, or the leaves turning crimson, burnt orange, and brilliant yellow on a fall day.

He shook his head at himself. When had he become an old man?

He stripped out of his clothes and dumped them next to his duffel bag. If any of these vacationing wolves thought they had half a chance of making a play for Meara without Hunter around, theyd soon learn that theyd have to deal with another alpha male.

The situation could be a lot more serious than thatnot that selecting the wrong mate wasnt serious enough, since lupus garous mated for life and lived long lives. Finn didnt know if, in an effort to get to Hunter, the assassin would attempt to grab Meara.

Finn snatched his cell phone from his belt and tried to call Hunter one last time. According to one of Hunters sub-leaders, Chris Tarleton, Hunter would be flying out with his mate to Hawaii any minute now and hed probably already turned off his cell phone. Hell, Finn had to warn Hunter to watch his back. If hed only known sooner that Hunter had moved his lupus garou pack from Northern California to the Oregon coast, Finn might have caught Hunter before he left. A few months had passed since their last contracted mission, and Finn had just assumed that Hunter and his pack were still living in the same place they had for years.