Chapter 1

“We’ll capture the fugitive, Mom. I’ll find him.” Jenna St. James was eager to locate Sarandon Silver, promptly arrest him, and turn him over to the police before her mom had to forfeit the bond she’d put up to ensure he’d appear in court. He’d been charged with numerous counts of identity theft, mail fraud, and possessing stolen property in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and the judge had let him out of jail on bond. Afterward, the suspect cut off his ankle GPS monitor and ran. It was time for him to return to jail and stay there until his trial date. Jenna just hoped she—or the police—could catch him before her mother had to pay the bond in full.

She considered Sarandon’s driver’s license photo again and thought it was a shame he was a crook—or at least a suspected crook. He was a handsome guy, his hair dark brown and wavy, his dark-brown eyes smiling, his manly lips curved up just a hint, and his jaw sturdy and square. She imagined that his good looks and smooth moves could manipulate just about anyone. Good thing he wasn’t a wolf like her and her family, because she was going to enjoy bringing him down.

“I don’t want you to take any risks with this guy,” her mom said. Victoria St. James had taken over as bail bondswoman from her dad when he’d died, and she’d run the business successfully for decades.

Jenna’s triplet sisters, Crystal and Suzanne, and their father, Logan, were all in other parts of the state on fugitive recovery jobs so Jenna had to do this on her own.

“I’ll be careful, Mom. No problem.” She continued to pack a couple of bags. “Piece of cake. He’s never committed any crimes before this… Well, at least that we know of. His current charges aren’t for violent crimes, just sneaky and despicable ones. I’ll wear a bulletproof vest, just in case. I’ll take my 9 mm semiautomatic pistol, rifle, Taser, boot knife, and pepper spray. I’ll be ready.” She figured Sarandon couldn’t be all that dangerous, or her father would have insisted on handling the case.

Her family had one of the most successful fugitive recovery agencies in the state of Colorado—which made sense, since they each had a nose for tracking suspects. One with a gray wolf’s keen sense of smell.

“Yeah, that’s what your dad said when he attempted to bring that one man in. Logan was armed to the teeth, just in case. The bail jumper wasn’t the problem.”

“His brother was. I remember.” Jenna had been ten at the time. Her dad had come home with the bullet stuck to his bulletproof vest. “I’ll be fine. How many years have I been doing this now?” Jenna knew she didn’t have to remind her mother, but they seemed to be having this discussion a lot lately.

“Nearly fifty. Your dad had been doing it for seventy years when he got shot. Thankfully, the bulletproof vest saved his life, but even then, the bullet broke a rib and bruised him badly. At least the bullet didn’t tear through the vest and hit any vital arteries.”

Bleeding out could be a problem for any of them. But being a wolf helped her father to heal faster than a human so he was able to return to work fairly quickly.

“That’s why I’m wearing a vest. Just in case. I’ll be fine, Mom. Really. If I get into trouble, I’ll call on the local law-enforcement agency.” Jenna already knew there was a sheriff’s office in Silver Town. She gave her mom a hug. “You’ve posted a reward for information concerning his whereabouts, right?”

“Yes. First thing, always. We certainly would rather pay someone a reward for turning these guys in than have to pay the full bond.”

“Okay, good.” The fastest turnaround they’d ever had on one of their bail jumpers was an hour, when a mother called them about her son, picked up the reward money, and got him out of her house so she wouldn’t be in trouble for harboring and abetting him. Best case ever.

Jenna wished that was the situation with this guy, but he’d already been gone for four hours. No one had turned him in, and he hadn’t turned himself in. “I need to finish packing, Mom. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.” Jenna already had a good lead, but she wondered if the guy had picked the name Silver as an alias based on the name of the place where she thought he was living. Silver Town. At least, that was the address on his driver’s license.

No matter what, she didn’t want her family to get stuck paying the $150,000 bond. A brother named Eric Silver had given them the title for undeveloped land as collateral for the bond. Once Sarandon Silver fled, further investigation revealed that the deed had been falsified, and there was no such property in Eric Silver’s name. Sarandon was going down as soon as Jenna could catch up to him.

* * *

Eric Silver slapped Sarandon on the back as they met for lunch at the Silver Town Tavern before Sarandon took off for a vacation at the family cabin in the mountains. “Hey, Brother. I tell you, if you want to spice up your life a bit, you need to find a she-wolf to hook up with. Pepper has definitely made a world of difference in my life.”

Sarandon was thinking more along the lines of finding a new and exciting adventure to take tour groups on. He was already booked for butterfly photo groups, bird photo ops, mountain climbing, wildflower hikes, white-water rafting, and hikes into the backcountry. He was always trying to think up the next fun adventure. Which was one of the reasons he was headed to their mountain cabin retreat between tours. He often had returning customers who’d enjoyed his excursions but were looking for any new activities he might be offering.

“If you find a hot, sexy she-wolf who loves the outdoors and wants to visit me at the cabin, send her along.”

Of course, Sarandon was kidding. Not that there weren’t a few she-wolves like that, but any who lived nearby were seeing other wolves or too busy with their own lives. And he’d never met one he’d really connected with.

Eric laughed. He was the eldest of the quadruplet brothers, Sarandon the next oldest, and the two of them had always been the best of friends. They were close to their younger brothers too, but Brett and CJ, the youngest, always hung together. Their cousin Darien and his mate, Lelandi, were the pack leaders. Darien and his brother Jake had been pals with the older boys, while Tom, the youngest of that set of triplets, had been Brett’s and CJ’s friend.

All in all, they were the Silver Town wolves, their ancestors having established the town in the beginning, and they continued to run the town as a pack.

Sam, the owner and bartender of the tavern, brought them roast beef sandwiches. “What I wouldn’t give to go up into the mountains for a couple of weeks with Silva for a vacation. Now that she runs her tea shop in the afternoons, and we run this place in the evenings together, we just don’t have the time to get away.”

“You know, you’d have a ton of volunteers willing to take over for you at both places. And they’d do a good job. Just ask Darien,” Sarandon said. That was one nice thing about having a pack-run town: they always had plenty of pack members who were willing to help out if they needed it.

“I guess I will. Do you need anything else?”

“No. Thanks, Sam. The sandwiches look as good as always,” Eric said.

Sam nodded and headed off to another table, carrying a tray of drinks.

The door opened, and they saw the trio of men from the ghost-hunter show walk in with their cameraman. “Don’t tell me they think the tavern is haunted,” Sarandon said, still unable to keep from feeling animosity toward the brothers for wanting to take the hotel away from the three MacTire sisters who had purchased it.

“Sam will throw them out on their ears if they pull that in here. Who knows what story they’re chasing this time.”

The three ghost-hunter brothers waved at Sarandon and Eric, who inclined their heads in greeting.

“All right,” Stanton Wernicke, the eldest and the darkest-haired of the three brothers, said to his blond-haired cameraman. “Listen, it’s all right to take an emergency trip somewhere, but hell, let us know.” They took seats near where Eric and Sarandon were sitting at the pack leader’s table. The Silver cousins or Darien’s brothers often used it when Darien and Lelandi weren’t there.

“Sorry, man. I left a message on your voicemail,” the man said.

Stanton narrowed his blue eyes at him. “That’s not good enough, Burt. You need to clear it with us first, if there’s a next time. We had a production schedule to meet, and we had to find another cameraman to fill in. You’re the best at your job and you’re a wolf, which is what we need, so just ask us next time, okay? If it’s an emergency, we’ll work around it. We’ve got a gig at that new lodge up on the slopes tonight, so no slacking off.”

Sarandon wondered how Stanton and his brothers had found ghosts at the new lodge. No one had ever spied ghosts on the ski slopes or at the ski hut. And the lodge was brand new.

The men ordered hamburgers from Sam.

Eric cleared his throat to get Sarandon’s attention. “You told Darien where you’re going for the next couple of weeks, right?” Eric and his mate led their own pack located four hours from Silver Town. But serving as a park ranger in the state park nearby, Eric stopped in regularly to check on how things were going back home, as if he couldn’t give up his old pack. Or felt the need to monitor what his brothers were doing.

“I told Darien. When would I not tell him?” Sarandon asked. He knew it was important to keep the pack abreast of where he would be.

Not that Darien or Lelandi micromanaged the pack. They just didn’t want to send out search parties if they didn’t have to. They had set up the protocol that anyone leaving the area for longer than a day would let Darien or Lelandi know. Even though Eric wasn’t Sarandon’s pack leader, he was still his older brother, and him looking out for Sarandon seemed to be something that would never change between them. That was okay too.

Sarandon sighed, thinking of the invitation Eric had given him. “Okay, sure, I’ll come to the Spring Fling that your pack is having. No setting me up with a date. I’ll come as I am.” All the brothers and their cousins were mated now, and that meant everyone was trying to find Sarandon a mate, as if he couldn’t be as happy as they were without having one of his own.

Eric smiled. “Good. Pepper will be thrilled. I’ve got to run to see Brett to make sure he puts the notice in the paper properly.”

That meant outsiders—those who weren’t members of either the Silver Town pack or Eric’s Grayling pack—wouldn’t have a clue where or when the Spring Fling was. Everyone else would know by the cryptic message in the paper. Sure, they could just email or text everyone, but they had fun sharing interesting tidbits without letting the humans in on the secret.

“Have fun,” Eric said.

“I will. See you soon.”

Sarandon returned home to finish his last-minute packing. His phone rang as he loaded the last bag into the Suburban. When he saw the call was from Lelandi, he figured she had pack-leader business to discuss with him. “Yeah, Lelandi, what do you need?”

“Jake’s out on a wildflower shoot for a new art exhibit. He didn’t realize you were going to the Elk Horn cabin this soon. The Bear Creek, Wolf River, Eagle’s Nest, and Beaver Bay cabins are all booked. I just wanted to mention he might drop in on you for a day or two so you won’t be too surprised,” Lelandi said. “I couldn’t get ahold of him to tell him about your plans. My mistake.”

“No problem. I’d love the company. We can take a wolf run. Maybe he can help me brainstorm some ideas. We’ll have fun. No worries.”

“Okay, I just wanted to let you know in case he suddenly arrives.”

“Thanks, Lelandi.”

Looking forward to seeing Jake there, Sarandon climbed into the Suburban and took off. This might be even more fun than he had planned.

Sarandon headed into the wilderness, and after a couple of hours, he finally reached the Elk Horn cabin. He parked, got out, and stretched. Taking a deep breath of the pines and Douglas firs, he embraced the peace and quiet, the sound of a river flowing nearby, birds twittering in the trees, and the breeze fluttering the leaves.

Once he’d hauled all his supplies inside, he started a fire in the fireplace and planned to go for a run, something he couldn’t do while acting as a tour guide. Not unless he was taking a wolf group out.

Within minutes, he’d stripped off his clothes and shifted, then pushed through the wolf door. He dashed through the woods, exploring and scent-marking, letting any animal in the area know a wolf was on the prowl and this was his claimed territory.

The sound of a car’s tires crunching on the private gravel road, heading toward the cabin, caught his attention. He stopped and listened from the shelter of the trees and brush. There was nothing out here but wilderness. And the cabins and the land were private property. He could tell by the engine’s purr that the car wasn’t Jake’s or anyone else’s he knew in the pack. The car parked, and the engine shut off in the distance.

If the driver were a hunter, Sarandon didn’t want to be caught in his wolf coat and end up getting shot. Cursing mentally to himself, he waffled about what to do. Hidden in the undergrowth in the woods, he could check out the person leaving the car, or he could run back to the cabin, shift, dress, arm himself with his rifle, and then see who it was and what he or she was up to.

Sarandon opted for returning to the cabin first and ditching his wolf coat. That way, he could tell the trespasser to leave.

When he reached the cabin, he dove through the wolf door, shifted, and rushed to dress. He removed his rifle from the locked gun cabinet and left the cabin, locking it behind him. Listening for any sign of where the person was, Sarandon headed down the road to where he’d heard the car park.

A quarter of a mile from the cabin, he stopped dead in his tracks. A woman was standing off the road, partially hidden in the woods, holding a rifle aimed at him. The way she was holding it, she looked like she knew how to use it. And he’d thought running as a wolf could cause him trouble!

“Hey, I’m just camping up here at one of my family’s cabins. I don’t have any intention of hurting you,” Sarandon said, trying to put the woman at ease, even if she was in the wrong. “This is private property.”

“Carefully, put the rifle down!” she commanded in an authoritative, no-nonsense way.

Well, this was bizarre. She was trespassing and pointing a rifle at him, and yet she was telling him to disarm himself when he belonged here? He considered her attire: black cargo pants, a black windbreaker, and boots. She didn’t look like a half-crazed criminal or a hunter either. He wasn’t afraid of her; he’d be much warier of a man holding a rifle on him than a woman. He just figured he’d spooked her.

“All right. All right. You don’t have to be afraid of me.” Being the nice wolf he was, Sarandon set his rifle on the ground, figuring the woman was going hiking, albeit on private property, and didn’t know privately owned cabins were located here, though signs were posted in the area. But the fact that she was carrying a rifle made him suspect something else might be going on. “I run photo-op tours, hiking, mountain climbing, and white-water rafting guided tours, one-on-one tours, and group tours.” He thought if he told her what he did, she would realize he was employed, not some mountain man living out here in the wilderness alone, and that his occupation meant he was one of the good guys who liked working with people. “Whatever customers might be interested in,” he continued.

She was someone he was interested in. If she was a wolf and would put the weapon down. Something about her straightforward and confrontational attitude appealed. He swore it was the wolf in him.

“Sarandon Silver?” she asked, her brow arched.

Learning that she knew his name surprised him. If she knew who he was, why was she pointing the rifle at him? Then he wondered if this had something to do with his brothers. Maybe they’d sent her as a plant, a way to get him to meet a new she-wolf, believing the standard boy-meets-girl routine wouldn’t cut it with him. Especially since he’d said he was trying to come up with an idea for a new adventure.

“Yeah, I’m Sarandon Silver. Do you want to tell me how you know me and why you’re still pointing a weapon at me?” She had to be his brothers’ idea, but he wondered where she was taking this.

If this was for real, he didn’t recall anything he’d done that would have aggravated anyone to the extent that she’d pull a weapon on him. He hadn’t taken a mate and pissed off her family. He hadn’t lost anyone on one of his excursions. His dad was the only one who’d ever committed any crimes in the family, and he’d paid for his sins with his life.

“Come this way, nice and slow,” she said, her voice firm and resolved.

He frowned at her. She sounded like a cop. He looked her over again, but her clothes didn’t indicate that. He couldn’t see what was underneath the jacket, though from the slight bulk underneath the material, it looked like she might have a sidearm holstered there. She hadn’t said she was a cop though. Plus, if she were, she wasn’t in her own jurisdiction. Her car was a silver Ford Expedition, with no indication it was a cop’s vehicle.

She was a beautiful brunette, her hair cut short and bouncy, her eyes a crystal-clear blue. If his brothers—and maybe his cousins—had put her up to this… Well, he didn’t want to appear as though he couldn’t take a joke. She’d share with them how growly he’d been, and they’d all have a good laugh over it—at his expense.

“Am I under arrest?” he asked with good humor, smiling a little. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t take this seriously.

She narrowed her eyes, looking warier than before, as if his acting like her actions were funny made her think he believed he had the upper hand. “Yes, you’re under arrest, and I’m taking you in. I’m a fugitive recovery agent. Jenna St. James.”

“Fugitive?” Bounty hunter? No way.

She smiled, albeit sarcastically. “Recovery. Agent. Wow, you’re really good at this.”

“At this?” He began to walk toward her as she’d ordered him to. If she wasn’t a wolf, that would mean his brothers hadn’t put her up to this. And she was for real. He had to smell her scent, and the breeze wasn’t cooperating.

“Yeah—suave, polished, great at manipulation. If I hadn’t been doing this for a number of years, I might even think you weren’t the right guy, and you were innocent of any wrongdoing.”

“I am. Innocent of any wrongdoing.” Since she was still holding the rifle on him, he figured he should at least ask for her credentials. “Have you got some ID?”

“Hold it right there. Lie down on the ground and put your hands behind your head. I’ll show you my ID once your hands are secured.”

“You’re serious.” He still didn’t believe this was anything other than a joke. “You have to play by the rules. You show me a badge, and I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” He was certain she wouldn’t because she didn’t have a badge.

“Down. On. Your. Belly. Now.”

Every bit of his wolf nature rebelled at the idea that he’d get on his stomach for her or anyone else he didn’t know. Even if it was a joke. “Or what? Are you going to shoot me? You can’t. I’m unarmed, and I haven’t done anything threatening. So then you would be guilty of a crime.” Though he hoped it wouldn’t go that far. “By the way, what am I supposed to have done?”

“All right, I’ll play your game.”

His game?

“You weren’t supposed to leave the city. You removed your GPS ankle monitor. And you ran. As if you didn’t know, you’re wanted for identity theft and financial fraud.” She gave him a wide berth as she tried to move behind him. “Keep your eyes straight ahead.”

“I wasn’t supposed to leave Silver Town?” He knew if she said yes, it was just a gag.

“Don’t play dumb. You left Colorado Springs.”

“Colorado Springs? I haven’t been there in ages.” He turned to watch her. “No ID, no can do. I know my rights. You could be a dangerous criminal, looking to steal from me.”

As soon as the breeze caught her scent and carried it to him, he could smell her floral fragrance. And more. She was a wolf. He’d begun to worry that maybe this was a case of mistaken identity, and she was the real deal.

“I can tase you first, and then you’ll be compliant,” she warned, reaching for something around her neck, the object hidden by her T-shirt. When she pulled it out, he saw it was a Taser.

Okay, now she had him worried. For a second, he imagined her taking him down, but how would she be able to load him in her car? Still, he wouldn’t be able to fight back, and she could confine his wrists in the meantime.

He lunged forward and tackled her, taking her to the ground before she had time to react. If this was the game, he was ready to play. If she was for real, he couldn’t let her tase him and confine him. The fall knocked the breath out of her, but at least she hadn’t hit anything except for leafy bushes that cushioned her fall.

Eyes wide, she took a deep breath, smelling his scent like any good wolf would, and struggled to get out from underneath him. “You’re a wolf!” She sounded shocked.

What the hell was going on? If his brothers and cousins had put her up to it, she would have known just what he was. She wouldn’t play dumb.

“My brothers didn’t send you?” He breathed in her she-wolf fragrance, floral and woman, wolf and the woods. She could really spice up his life, if she wasn’t trying to arrest him. “You really are here to take me into custody?” He couldn’t believe it.

“Yes.” Still lying beneath him, she read him his rights from memory as if she were in charge.

Smiling a little, he got a kick out of her gutsy actions. No woman, wolf or otherwise, had ever attempted to take him down like this. Feeling her heat and soft curves pressed against him, he felt his wolfish male interest in her waken.

She felt it too. Her eyes rounded and she tried to dump him off her, but he calculated the thrust with her pelvis and balanced himself to take the full brunt of her action so she didn’t win the round. All her wriggling around underneath him turned him on even more, when he was fighting damn hard to keep that part of his wolfishness at bay. Hell, even his pheromones had leaped to the forefront, telling her in no uncertain terms just how intrigued he was with her. She couldn’t deny that her own pheromones were reacting to his in the same fascinated way.

“Okay, so whoever the guy is you’re supposed to arrest, do you know if he’s a wolf?” The way she had reacted to learning Sarandon was one made him think she was clueless about that part. And that meant she had the wrong guy. Well, of course she had the wrong guy. He wasn’t the one she was looking for, no matter what she thought. He needed to get this cleared up.

“I haven’t met him—you—before.”

“Well, that’s for damn sure…about me. You would have known I’m not the one you’re looking for, if you’d met the guy you’re really after. You would know the difference in our scents, for one thing.”

“You look just like your picture, and you have the same name.”

“Which should tell you something right there. If I were on the lam, why would I be using the same name?”

“It’s your MO? You’re arrogant enough to believe you won’t get caught?”

She was cute in an exasperating way. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong man.” Damn glad too.

They heard something moving in the woods, and Sarandon turned his head to get a look at what it was, worried she might have backup and he’d really be in trouble. She took advantage of his distraction. Lifting her hip and grasping his shoulders with her hands, she flipped him onto his back, surprising him with her agility and strength.

She was seated on top of him, her hands holding his wrists against the ground, her jacket parted, her breasts close to his face in the formfitting black T-shirt. Her heart was racing, and he liked the way she was sitting on him, like she hoped to do more than just take him into custody. Which was why he didn’t flip her onto her back to take charge of the situation.

That’s when Sarandon saw Jake headed in their direction, camera bag slung over his shoulder, and Jake laughed. Hell, his cousin was supposed to come to his aid, not find humor in the situation. Though Sarandon had to admit if the roles had been reversed, he would have reacted in the same way.

Looking determined, Jenna pulled his arms forward to tie them. She wouldn’t be successful, not without his cooperation, and he wasn’t giving it. He flipped her onto her back again, straddling her.

“I didn’t know you’d be up here,” Jake said to Sarandon, smiling, watching.

“Lelandi told me you might come by,” Sarandon said to his cousin. “Great timing.”

Jake shook his head and joined them, looking down at the two of them. “I thought I might be interrupting something. I certainly never expected to see a she-wolf we don’t know out here with you. I’m Jake Silver. Sarandon’s my cousin. And you are?”

“I’m Jenna St. James, a fugitive recovery agent. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll help me talk some sense into Sarandon. He has to come back with me to face criminal charges. We have offered a reward for his apprehension. Everyone will be looking for him so they can turn him in for the reward money. If you don’t want to face tons of police and reporters and have to explain your own complicity in helping him to avoid being returned for trial, you’ll do what’s right.”

“Well, Jenna, if you’re not Sarandon’s brothers’ idea of a joke, you have to know that as a wolf, he can’t be taken to jail.” Jake folded his arms across his chest and smirked down at them. “He’s right though. You’ve got the wrong man. The whole pack will vouch for him.”

She scowled at Jake. “I knew there’d be a problem once I learned he’s a wolf. A pack? Sure. Protect a pack member who’s nothing more than a common thief.”

“Listen, we’ll take you to meet Darien and Lelandi Silver, the pack leaders. Darien’s my brother and Sarandon’s cousin. We’ll help you in any way we can to straighten out this mistake,” Jake said. “He’s not who you’re looking for, and if someone from our pack has committed a crime, he will do the time.”

As if Jake had any authority over Sarandon, Jenna said, “Tell him to get off me.”

Jake raised a brow at Sarandon, asking in his silent way if his cousin would agree.

Sarandon didn’t trust her one bit. They’d have to disarm the lady and put the plastic ties on her, or he wasn’t letting her up.

“She’s armed and dangerous,” Sarandon said, smiling. And she was one hot little firecracker of a she-wolf who had made the trip to Elk Horn cabin all the more worthwhile. As long as they cleared up this business of him being a fugitive.