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Another car drove onto the pier, a black Mercedes convertible with the top down.
The driver jumped out of the car without using the door, his female companion
following more slowly.  Really, Jonathan, you needn t be in such a hurry.
Jonathan Knottman smiled at his bloodmate and wife and shrugged.  It does seem
that things are under control.
A shifter trotted down the pier, dragging a garment bag behind him. He dropped it
at Kurt s feet then came back to stand next to Al.
Kurt opened the garment bag.  My skin! I was worried something had happened to
it. He pulled the dark fur out of the bag and stepped inside it. Within seconds a seal
lay on the pier next to Tammy. The young female wolf nuzzled him and he barked at
her.
Princess Annette glared at them.  Don t you two go running off&  But Kurt barked
at her and headed at full speed to the end of the pier, Tammy close behind. A minute
later and the pair of them dove off the end into the ocean below.
Babe yelped nervously and ran to the edge of the pier. Al joined her to watch as the
seal swam away quickly, Tammy paddling after him. He nudged her shoulder.
She swims well for a wolf.
Babe rolled her eyes and gave a wolfie sigh. Yes. She always has been at home in the
water.
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He stared after them, part of him wanting to jump into the water as well. It was
natural when in wolf form to seek freedom, the run, the chase, the switch to a wilder
form. This time they were the animals they d become and behaving otherwise was
abnormal.
On the other side of the water was a beach with a long spit of sand leading to the
breakfront that protected this part of the harbor. Under the full moon the white sand
gleamed brightly.
He wanted to leave and take his mate with him. He wanted to run the beach that
beckoned in the distance. Let s go.
Babe s head swiveled toward him. Go? Go where?
To the beach. We ll run in the moonlight. Let s go. They don t need us here. He nudged
her with his muzzle then grabbed her by the neck, dragging her down the pier. Babe
could have fought him but she didn t. Al released her and she shook her head, glancing
back at the others on the dock. The selkies had taken custody of the spellcaster and
seemed to be in a heated discussion with City Chief Knottman over what to do with
him and the shifters. Her sister was already gone and there was no sign of her parents.
There really wasn t a reason for them to stay. Babe gave him a wolfie grin and
dashed down the pier, Al in hot pursuit.
She paused when she saw his car. Your beautiful GTO. It s ruined!
It s damaged but I can fix it. A small price to pay for being there when you needed me.
Babe nuzzled him, licking his muzzle. I do appreciate it.
So how are you going to show me?
She gave him another wolfie grin and dashed off into the night.
Oh yes. Nothing like a sweet wolf lady on a full moon night. Al took off after her at
full speed.
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Chapter Twenty-One
They ran the busy city streets in wolf form, dark shadows that blended into the
walls and were barely perceptible. There were humans about but they would hardly
notice what seemed to be a pair of large dogs running the streets.
Barbara led Al along a road that paralleled the ocean and slipped through a break
in a fence. From there ran a steep narrow path down to a wide white sand beach that
spread out several miles, including a long spit of land jutting into the harbor with a jetty
at one end. This time of night it was deserted so they could step along the damp
hardened sand next to ocean and run as much as they wanted. After the stressful day
and night, the chase game was more than relaxing. Al and Barbara played like the
wolves they were when the full moon was up.
They reached the end of the sand spit and climbed up on the rock retaining wall
that helped protect the harbor from high surf. The oceanside was damp with spray from
the crashing waves and slippery. It was a challenge to move along the broken top of the
wall and not fall.
It was fun too. Barbara couldn t remember the last time she d done anything as
daring as running a rocky breakwater under the moonlight. If she could have laughed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]