Allie’s wilderness retreat was drawing to a close. She’d spent the past two weeks in a picturesque log cabin situated in the heart of the Rockies. It had a been a whirlwind adventure of a trip, to say the least.
The end-of-vacation blues she was experiencing were particularly potent in this case. It was fairer to say she was positively dreading returning to her normal life in Denver. In fact, she could scarcely comprehend it. Was ‘normal’ life even an option on the table for her anymore?
On the verge of hyperventilating, Allie studied his rugged face, obscured by his shaggy dark hair and an even darker fringe of shifting shadow. His eerie light eyes reflected the meager glow from the kitchen downstairs. She was alone in this cabin. All alone. No one was coming to save her.
If she wanted a way out of this, she’d have to save herself.
When he dipped his head to kiss her, she narrowed her eyes and head-butted him square in the nose. Cartilage and bone cracked. Blood spurted.
“FUCK,”
When Allie stumbled upon the wolf in the moonlit clearing—chomping on the carcass of a beautiful doe she’d been watching from the deck—her heart slammed into her throat.
The flashlight quivered in her bloodless hand. For a second as she was walking up, she thought she’d seen something else crouched over the deer—something her mind struggled to process. Something which in that brief flash had looked more man than beast.
Yellow eyes snapped up to her over the steaming corpse. In the light