Healing the Wolf (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Luna Junction) Read Online Free Page A

was a stone wall, a wolf who would yield to no female and he considered his word law. I jealously watched the soulful connections between other mates, such as Anton and Amy.  Their love was written on their faces.  Talon had never, not once, even whispered his under cover of darkness.
    But still, there were moments. 
    When he took our newborn first son from my breast with ecstatic wonder and leaned over, kissing me tenderly.  Or those rare occasions when he accepted my company during a full moon and we ran together with delicious abandon, finally tiring and shifting back to human form so we could couple with the same urgency which had never subsided since our first mating. 
    A tear rolled down my cheek as I tiredly wrapped myself in a towel.  I hadn’t suffered Amy’s loss.  My mate, the father of my children, lived.  But he had lost more than his hand.  Talon had always disdained human concepts, like love.  Wolf first; that was the Ivanov way. 
    But now, unable to run, he was something less.  And since he would never accept livi ng as a mere human, Talon was trapped somewhere in between.   These days when I tried to reach his haunted eyes, he barely saw me. 
    I missed him. 
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    The crispness of the air was invigorating.  Since we were going to Flagstaff, I flung a light coat over my shoulders and buttoned up the boys.  The air had warmed enough for it to be comfortable on hardy blood wolf skin but people wouldn’t understand that.  To them it was still the season to bundle their tender bodies in warm layers.  If we showed up at the Flagstaff Mall in February wearing only t-shirts they would stare.   And it was always better to avoid attracting attention. 
    John frowned when we bypassed the road which led to town and beyond.  “Where are we going?” 
    “Kate’s.” 
    One of the boys issued a soft groan and then yelped when his older brother poked him in the ribs. 
    “We won’t be at your grandmother’s house long,” I promised.  “I thought I’d see if Aunt Amelia wanted to come with us.” 
    The boys brightened at that.  They lov ed their pretty young aunts.  Tess had been rather preoccupied ever since finding her mate and getting quickly with child.  But Amelia was yet unmated and was pleased to fuss over her small nephews. 
    When I pulled up to the Ivanov cabin, I felt a peculiar prickle at my neck.  Although I knew already what caused it, it didn’t stop the instinctual mother wolf’s growl from rising in my throat. 
    Javier Ramirez watched us from about twenty yards away.  He carried a large coil of rope but carefully placed it on the ground and smiled.  I waved.  Although I had become used to the idea of a bitten wolf in the family, others were not as forgiving.  Though Javier was mated to his sister and had been instrumental in saving his life during the Luna Junction pack battle, Talon still regarded him warily. 
    Bitten wolves were once human.  It was forbidden for a blood wolf , a natural wolf, to bite a human under a full moon, yet reports first came sifting in a year ago that bitten wolves were rising in the east.  Our lore had always told us they were abnormal creatures; volatile and ferocious.  And unable to control their shifting. 
    My father , however, had always dismissed such notions as a load of bunk.  Bitten wolves, he always said, were as wolves what they had been as men.  If they were cruel humans they would make violent werewolves.  Still, he never supported their creation and I’d known from his letters that that Chevaliers were as alarmed as any other blood wolves when the attacks had begun. 
    Bitten wolves, created by unknown blood wolves for an unknown reason, had been scouting werewolf communities, violently attacking at will.  The hunters, that peculiar race which had watched werewolves since history began, suggested an alliance to combat the threat to wolves, to hunters, and to humanity. 
    It had been a grim