The Shadow Wolf

“The boats were useless, anyway.” She trembled with sudden need.

“I know. I disabled them to keep you here.” She quivered with anticipation as his mouth nuzzled her neck.

Struggling to keep her thoughts straight, Megan stiffened. “Hope you didn’t disable the inflatables, too. Where are they?”

“In a safe place, chère.”

“Are you sure? Maybe I can help you secure them before the storm.” A low moan escaped her as his fingers stroked over the sides of her neck.

“No.”

His hands anchored her to him. His hard male body was filled with enormous power. Yet the hands now splayed over her belly were gentle and his lips tracing a line down to her collarbone were soft and warm.

A different hardness pressed into her backside. A whimper of erotic pleasure tore from her throat as his hands drifted lower, palming her lower belly, pressing her against his erection.

A vision arose in her mind. She was naked on all fours as Gabriel knelt behind her, his large hands on her hips, his face etched with ruthless intent as he took her in the traditional position of a wolf claiming its mate….

Megan slammed a door on the image. Never.

Trying to regain her lost composure, she jerked out of his embrace. How could she feel this way about her jailer?

“Stop doing this to me,” she whispered.

Amber burned in his dark eyes. “Doing what, chère?”

“Making me want you. The vision you put in my mind, me, you, naked together.”

A muscle clenched in his taut jaw. “That wasn’t me.”

Stunned, she stared. “How can I know you’re not manipulating me? You’re not forcing me to feel like this?”

“I wouldn’t,” he said quietly. “I may be many things, but I’d never force you mentally or any other way. Megan, you have nothing to fear from me. Soon, you will come to trust in that.”

“I’ve had others tell me the same. Why should I believe you won’t hurt me, Enforcer?”

“Because when I find the one who left those bruises, and I will find him, I’ll do this to him or anyone else who dares to touch you.”

He plucked out a heavy paving stone from the pathway. A chill raced down her spine as he crushed it in one hand. Caught by the increasing wind, the powder blew away.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep, not anymore. But I will promise you this. That sonofabitch will pay for your pain.”

Gabriel dusted off his hands and jogged away.

Numb with shock, she stared at the missing paver. Gabriel was no ordinary Draicon. He was more than a dangerous adversary. He was lethal to anyone opposing him.

Who was Gabriel Robichaux and what secrets did he hide?

Chapter 5

As night fell, the hurricane began battering the tiny island. Wind whistled through the trees and thunder crackled and boomed.

Megan let out a small gasp as a thick branch hit the roof. The news magazine she’d been reading fell to the couch beside her.

Lying on the floor, Gabriel looked up from the board game he played with Jillian and Jennifer. He felt her anxiety as if she’d telegraphed it, just as he’d felt it on the beach when she’d seen him run as wolf. Stupid of him to release his beast, but fortunately Megan had little contact with Draicon.

She could never guess his secret.

“Don’t worry, chère. This cottage, she’s built like a tank.”

After the rain began, trepidation replaced the twins’ excitement about the oncoming storm. He’d coaxed them to help cook one of his Cajun specialties. After dinner he taught them Wii bowling.

Now he was successfully losing at Monopoly.

“The roof on our house leaks so much that we can’t sleep because all our beds get soaked. I patched it with tarps and duct tape, but it didn’t help. Still, it’s better than sleeping out on the beach,” Megan told him.

He could feel his wolf clawing to the surface. Gabriel tipped his cowboy hat down, hiding the telltale flash in his eyes.

Your eyes, oh Gabriel, what’s happening with your eyes?

“Duct tape? Not a hammer and roofing nails?” He rolled the dice.

“Shadows aren’t permitted anything that can be used as a weapon. If you want something fixed, you put your name on a waiting list for a licensed repairman. It’s a very long list, unless you pay a lot of money to have your name moved up.”

“When did this start?”

Megan frowned. “When Governor Sacks changed the rules four years ago. He wasn’t so bad before. I guess he got greedy, seeing the chance to make a profit as he split bribes with licensed repairmen. And … other things.”

He moved his car token on the board to Jillian’s smug smile. “Boardwalk,” she crowed, holding out her hand. “Ten hundred million dollars, please.”

“You’re a very demanding landlord.”

“Someone has to pay to get our roof fixed,” Jennifer told him.

Gabriel shelled out the correct amount of bills to Jillian. “Have you gone through official channels and filed a formal complaint with the council?”

“Those fools? Shadows have no rights,” Megan said as she thumbed through the magazine. “No books or magazines, either. Nothing to read, except what we can buy on the black market.”

“What do you do for fun?”

A yearning entered her blue eyes. “We’re too busy moving for fun. I’ve always dreamed of having a real home like this.” Megan tossed aside the magazine. “It’s just a dream. Maybe, someday.”

Jennifer rolled and selected a card from the stack. Her face wrinkled as she studied the words and she scrambled to her feet. “Megan, what does it say?”

“It’s a Get out of Jail Free card. Save it, sweetie. Very valuable.”

“Jenny, can’t you read?” he asked.

“A little. Megan teaches us, even though she’s not supposed to.” Jennifer clapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m not supposed to say. If anyone finds out, they’ll punish us. Shadows can’t go to school.”