Wendy's Wild Wolves [Shy River Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page A

since taking on this duty was the incident three months ago. And now that they were managing to get much closer to the house without frightening Wendy, they were in a better position to protect her, should the need arise.
    But instead of turning back as expected, the unidentified car continued climbing the mountain, clearly heading for Wendy’s home.
    Donovan watched the surveillance footage closely. It was quite possible that Wendy was expecting someone. They had her under fairly close watch, but they’d tried not to infringe on her privacy. It was distinctly possible that she was about to get a friendly visitor.
    But it was their job to be sure.

Chapter Three
     
    Sogarn enjoyed wearing his wolf-shaped form, not because of the freedom it gave him to move around the forest without attracting attention—though that was certainly a part of it—but because it let him get close to Wendy. She’d quickly become a woman he wanted to know better, and as frustrating as it was to not be able to have a real conversation with her, it was enough just to listen, for now.
    He really didn’t have a plan in his head, but there was a part of him that imagined that when the time was right he and Donovan would reveal themselves to her in their human forms. It was strictly forbidden by their alpha, and in reality Wendy would probably be terrified to realize the wolves protecting her were actually men, but in his imagination things went much more smoothly.
    Sogarn raised a wolfy eyebrow in question as Donovan moved slowly to Wendy’s side. He barked one sound at Polly—“car”—before maneuvering into a position where his head was close to Wendy’s free hand. She smiled, immediately dropped her hand to his head, and scratched behind his ear. Sogarn made an annoyed groaning sound but quickly rolled to his feet and moved toward the cockatoo.
    “Well, aren’t you the bossy one?” Wendy asked affectionately. “You bark. He jumps.” She rubbed Donovan’s head as she glanced around the wooded area that was her backyard. “Is there a problem at home? Maybe with the wife and kids?”
    Donovan shook his head, perhaps not really considering that he was answering a direct question.
    “That’s a shame,” Wendy said, staring off into the distance. “I’ve seen other wolves around, but I suppose you two prefer to stay bachelors.” She sighed softly. “I can’t say that I blame you. My one and only foray into love was a disaster.”
    She fell silent, her hand stilling in Donovan’s fur, her thoughts apparently wandering back in time.
    “You saved my life that day,” she said quietly. “Even if Brian hadn’t killed me, I would have been too frightened not to do what he said.”
    Donovan pushed his muzzle back into her hand, rubbing his face against her in a wolfy version of affection. Sogarn knew his lover well enough to know that what he really wanted to do was change back to his humanoid shape, take her in his arms, and comfort her that way. She might, however, not react very well to the wolf she’d been talking to for the past three months suddenly turning into a man.
    Donovan nuzzled her again, sighing softly when she started to scratch behind his ear once more. They stayed that way together for several minutes as she drank the rest of her coffee. It wasn’t until she looked over at Polly that Sogarn realized how quiet the bird had become. He’d long since given up trying to remind himself it wasn’t actually a cockatoo, that it was an Alcarn in disguise, but the obnoxious miniature being’s silence was a little unnerving.
    “You okay, Polly?” Wendy asked as she lifted out of her chair and came over to where the bird stood shivering on its perch.
    “Wolf, wolf, wolf,” the bird said in a very quiet version of its usual raucous voice.
    Sogarn rolled his eyes as well as he could in this form, bared his teeth at his feathered charge, and barked a single word in wolf voice—“Safe.”
    They’d had situations like this