In the remote Alaskan wilderness, Sinopa finds a new love, a new life -- and a killer with a grudge.
The shadows on the other side of the wide creek split apart and a long, low-slung body glided toward the creek. As if conjured from her thoughts, the wolf stopped suddenly and looked up, seeming to catch her gaze.
She sucked in a breath, marveling at the size and beauty of the animal. From where she sat, it looked to be at least four feet tall at the shoulders and around two hundred pounds.
The moon caressed the large creature, tipping the dense, black fur in silver.
Sin was afraid to move, afraid to breathe, for fear the wolf would run away. But it didn’t seem inclined to run. In fact, it settled onto its haunches and stared at her for a moment, the vibrant eyes focused on her with frightening intensity.
She knew she should fear him, but somehow she didn’t. She felt as if she recognized him.
Him? How did she know it was a male?
A memory tried to surface but she wasn’t able to pull it forward. Maybe she’d seen the wolf when she’d been there before? As soon as she had the thought she realized it was unlikely. There couldn’t be many wolves of that size in the whole state. Surely she’d never laid eyes on one before. She would have remembered it.
But the wolf across the creek certainly seemed interested in her.
Run?
Sin jerked. Where had that thought come from? Her stomach tightened and burned. Her skin crawled with heat.
Run?
The single word scalded her, rippled across her awareness like fire. Before she knew what she was doing, she stood up, placing the glass on the softly swaying swing.
The wolf stood too, its tail twitching as she started toward the creek.
Sin’s heart was beating so fast she felt faint. Her palms were wet, her mind racing with all the things that could go wrong, considering what she was about to do.
But she couldn’t seem to stop her feet from moving forward. And suddenly she was running.
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