CHAPTER 1

The chase was on.

Brock lifted his confront to the cool evening breeze and took a profound breath through his nose. The black out, musky fragrance of Scottish heather blooms waited in the discuss and tickled his senses.

A unusual thing to be noticing in the center of downtown Seattle, he had to admit.

His sapphire blue eyes shimmered with expectation. He was getting near presently. Another few minutes and he'd be observing the enticing influence of Heather's full hips as she sashayed down the city street.

The thought made his mouth water and the blood beat overwhelming inside his veins.

Another float of scented discuss hit him straight in the crotch. In reaction, a non domesticated snarl thundered up from his chest and he picked up his pace. Head and shoulders taller than any of the human stragglers that were still out this late, he gotten more than a few sideways looks as he plowed down the sidewalk.

Taking another profound breath, he groaned out loud. He may essentially taste her. Heather Knight: The human female with eyes the color of a fine cognac, warm chestnut hair, and thick, womanly bends he couldn't hold up to get his paws on.

He'd met her as it were a few hours prior, after taking after her companion to her flat. She'd opened her entryway dressed in nothing but yoga pants and a tank best, and he'd been wrapped up in ties over the lady ever since.

And presently she was running from him. Running from a werewolf. A ruthless grin lit his eyes.

Silly girl.

Shit, shit, shit.

Heather looked back over her bear as she rushed to get over the road some time recently the light turned green. Not that there was much activity this time of the night, but with her luckiness, she'd oversee to walk right in front of the one and as it were car that was on the road.

By a few supernatural occurrence, she made it securely to the other side, and at that point expeditiously stumbled up over the check and onto the walkway, scarcely catching herself some time recently she confront planted on the grimy concrete.

Seriously?

Pulling her blue, borrowed running coat back into put, she kept going as if nothing had happened, thankful that there wasn't anybody around at the minute to witness her close drop. It's not like she was one of those little small young ladies that may get absent with being klutzy and individuals (folks) fair thought it was charming. Nooo. She was twenty-eight, not very five foot nine, and…well, let's not go there. Suffice it to say, she was certainly not in any threat of ever being charged of starving herself.

She twitched at a uproarious blast behind her, her heart jumping inside her chest, but it was fair a development truck wrapping up up a few roadwork some time recently the early morning surge hour. She reproved herself for being so unsteady, but she had the most unusual feeling that she was being followed.

A certain tall, dim, and nice looking picture of masculine yumminess bounced through her intellect, and she looked behind her once more, overseeing not to trip this time.

He wouldn't. Would he?

She shook her head and pushed down the minor piece of trust that was attempting to drift to the surface of her lose hope. Brock Hume would not be taking after her. Why would he?

Yeah, definitely, so they'd traded a few flirty looks and possibly, conceivably, she had made an allusion or two (or four) on the flight here from their domestic in China. That didn't cruel he'd go through all the inconvenience of taking after her when she cleared out. That man was…

He was…nice? Tall? Brave?

Nope, there was no other way to put it. He was hot, sticky sex on a adhere was what he was. He may get any lady he wanted.

A prettier lady. A skinnier woman.

A lady who didn't know, or didn't care, that he wasn't a man at all, but a freaking werewolf.

Remembering her stun when she'd found out upon their entry in Seattle that he yells at the full moon once a month, she pondered how she hadn't figured it out prior. No mortal human was that hot. The fellow had to be at slightest six foot seven of immaculate muscle. Long brown hair, shot through with gold highlights, hung down past his shoulders. Shinning blue eyes had grinned at her from underneath overwhelming, dull brows and a wide temple. A near cut facial hair did nothing to cover up his solid jaw and culminate lips.

She moaned wistfully.

But it was more than that. She, of all individuals, ought to have detected it right absent. And she hadn't. Not in the scarcest. And that was what stressed her more than anything.

Turning the corner, she saw the halt ahead where she seem capture the light rail back to the airplane terminal. She checked her phone for the time. It was nearly four in the morning, and the another prepare didn't come for another forty minutes. She might attempt to call a cab, or she might fair wait.

Glancing around, she saw the regular suspects hanging around on the road: A bunch of late night partiers bumbling domestic from the bar, yelling indecent words each few steps at no one in specific, a middle-aged couple holding up at the halt with their bags, shaking their heads and tsk’ing at the youthful individuals, and a couple of destitute folks talking unobtrusively on the corner. Secure enough.

As she passed the two folks, she angled out a couple of twenties and squeezed one into each of their hands. "Get something to eat with this, ok?"

"Yes, ma’am. Thank you. Thank you. God favor you," the more seasoned one told her after a delay. His hair was white as snow against his dull coffee-brown skin, and his dark eyes were tired, but kind. They crinkled at the corners when his confront lit up in a thankful smile.

She grinned back at him and begun strolling once more. "Nourishment. I cruel it." "Yes, ma'am," he called after her.

She arrived at her halt and grinned at the middle-aged couple, at that point pulled out her cell to call her guardians back in Dalian. As she tuned in to their phone ring on the other conclusion of the line, she rationally figured out the time distinction. It was the evening of the taking after day at her parent's house, and they were likely getting prepared for bed.

"Hello? Heather?" her mother replied right some time recently voice mail picked up. "Howdy, Mom."

"Where are you, nectar? I thought you were coming over for supper today evening time? Did you have to work late at the healing center again?"

"No. I've got a couple of days off, accept it or not. I'm really in Seattle right now."

"Seattle? As in Seattle, Washington?"

"That would be the one. Long story, Mother. I'll capture you up when I get home."

The hush on the other conclusion of the phone was stunning. "Mother?" she inquired. "Are you there?"

"Heather, get out of that city right now."

Heather scowled. She'd never experienced that specific tone in her mom's voice some time recently. Allowed, she'd never been a issue child, but she'd listened her reasonable share of tones from her mother's mouth all the same. And that was not one of them.

She listened her father inquiring what was going on and her mother replying him, talking quick and calm. He didn't sound upbeat either. Confounded but not needing them to stress, she rushed to console them. "Well, I'm really at a halt right presently holding up for the light rail to take me to the air terminal so I can fly home."

"Heather," her mother said. "Tune in to me exceptionally carefully. Do not hold up for the light rail. You require to get into a cab. Right presently. Do you listen me? Discover a cab, and get to the airport."

She looked up and down the road. Definitely, not numerous cabs cruising around at 4AM. "Mother, it's after four in the morning here…"

"Go, Heather! Presently! Take a damn car if you have to! Get on a plane, and take the to begin with flight out of there to anyplace else. At that point call me and let me know where you are and we'll get you home."

"All right, all right." She looked around once more. Still no cabs, or cars to capture for that matter. "Are you going to tell me what this is all around, Mom?"

"I'll tell you when you get domestic. Fair get the hell out of there. And rush! Some time recently they discover you."

The stun of really hearing her mother revile had her concurring without any more questions or contentions. She hung up the call.

What in the world was that all almost? Who was going to discover her? She thought around calling her companion Elegance (after all, she was the entire reason Heather was in Seattle to start with), but at that point recalled Gracie had misplaced her cell phone and hadn't gotten a unused one however. Other than, the chances were great that her best companion was active with her provocative British boyfriend. At slightest she trusted she was. They'd flown all the way here from China to get to his companions trusting they may offer assistance him. Ideally he'd appeared up here by presently as well. Gracie merited a few great stuff in her life.