To Tempt the Wolf

She wanted to say that Hunter seemed to be attracted to her even if she was human. And so was this Yoloff. But maybe Hunter didn’t really want her. Sure, he had said that all along. Not permanently. She would scratch an itch, but not in the long run. She could never be as wild as their kind. It wasn’t in her nature. Look at her bedroom attire even—soft, cuddly pajamas, or slinky nightgowns in summer, but he was probably used to his women naked. Not that she was inhibited about sleeping nude, but it just seemed… weird. Especially since she was alone. Well, even with a guy unless they were making love.



Everyone was waiting for her response. She was sure her cheeks were rosy red as hot as they felt.



“Okay, so what about my other questions? Where do you live? Around here? I’ve never seen you in town before.”



“Farther west,” Jessup said.



“So what brought you here?”



“Looking for mates. Redmond already said so. But we couldn’t find any. Not until we caught Meara’s scent. We were curious about you, too, because Yoloff wanted you. So we’ve been hanging around, trying to catch sight of you.”



But Tessa knew it wasn’t true because Butch had been at the trial. “Did you see Hunter fighting the other gray?”



“No, but if we had, we would have come to his aid.”



She didn’t think Jessup or his friends would have helped Hunter. Why would they? When he was sure to keep them away from his sister.



Unless that’s why Jessup and his buddies were hanging around here. To get rid of Hunter and it had nothing to do with Tessa. Sure, and then one of them could claim Meara. Or try to, if she was all alone.



Although he would probably have a fight on his hands. But if Hunter had died and she was so distraught over losing him, Jessup or one of the others would come to comfort her. He might have gotten his way with her then.



Jessup cast a glance at his buddies, looking a little uncomfortable when Tessa didn’t respond to his remark about coming to Hunter’s aid when he fought the gray.



“What about Bethany?”



“We were curious about what had happened to her. Sometimes the police can’t pick up clues that we can,” Jessup said.



Rourke stood taller. “Why would you care?”



Jessup raised a black bushy brow. “We wondered if they had the right murderer.”



“Why?” Rourke asked again. “If you’re not from this area, and the killer wasn’t part of your pack, what difference would it make to you?”



He shrugged. “Just curious. Like I said.”



Before Tessa could ask them another question, everyone but her turned their attention to the front of the house. She didn’t hear anything, but she assumed they must have.



The door slammed open and Hunter stood in the entryway, his face dark as he considered the three new men standing in Tessa’s living room. Leidolf stalked in beside him and his expression was just as lethal.



Jessup, Redmond, and Butch’s posture changed from arrogantly sure of themselves to ready to run out the back door as they moved closer together and took a step backward.



“Meara?” Hunter roared, although he kept his eyes on the three men.



“Uhm, I told them they’d better hightail it out of here, but your future mate insisted they come in for a chat, since they know something of Tessa’s stalker,” Meara said, her voice a little shaky.



Tessa imagined not much shook her up.



Hunter’s expression changed subtly as he looked at Tessa, not as angry, but she couldn’t grasp what he was feeling. He jerked his attention back to the three grays. “Start talking.”



His voice vibrated with raw anger and a shiver even streaked up Tessa’s spine.



“We already told her who the stalker is. Yoloff.”



“So which one of you killed Bethany?” Hunter asked, his voice still threatening.



“You got it wrong, mister,” Jessup quickly said. “Sure, we went to her house and checked the place out. We were looking for valuables. She wasn’t there any longer to care.”



“Thieves? You three are thieves?” Tessa asked, her voice rife with disbelief.



“We had nothing to do with her death,” Redmond said. “We were curious about who might have killed her though. So we looked around for any evidence the police might have missed. But we’d never met the lady.”



Tessa pointed to Butch. “Why was he at my brother’s trial then?”



Hunter focused on Butch, and he shrank under the harsh scrutiny. “The lady is mistaken,” he quickly said. “I told her so already. I wasn’t there. Don’t know anything about it.”



“Police car just drove up in the driveway,” Leidolf warned.



Someone yelled from the driveway. “Hello!”



“Deputy William O’Neal,” Ashton and Rourke said at the same time.



“I’ll take care of him,” Rourke said.



Before he made it to the door, the deputy poked his head inside. “Is everyone all right? Sheriff got a call that Rourke’s truck careened down a hill. We didn’t find anyone so assumed everyone made it out all right, but I had to make sure.”



“We’re a little battered,” Rourke said, “but otherwise okay.”



“Good, glad to hear everyone’s all right. I’ll let the sheriff know. Road’s still blocked the way you were going, but north of here has been cleared.”



“Thanks, Deputy.” Jessup inched toward the front door, keeping his distance from Hunter. “We’ll be running along then.”



“You were going to stay awhile and explain some other matters to us,” Hunter said, with a warning look.



“Later. Got to run.” Jessup gave Meara a long look and then rushed out of the house.



Redmond and Butch followed him, although Butch glanced back at Tessa. She was sure he had been at the trial. But why?



Hunter took a step toward him, and he dodged outside.



“We’ve got road crews clearing the rock slide and the rest of that tree, but it’ll probably be another day or so before it’s cleaned up. Is your electricity still out?” the deputy asked.



“Yes, it is,” Tessa said.



“We’re going to Portland,” Hunter announced. “At least some of us are. The rest are going to my cabins up north of here. They’ve got generators at least.”



“Oh and by the way, Bethany Wade’s parents confirmed they had asked you to check her house for any evidence that would lead to finding the right murderer. They never believed Michael had done it. So you’re welcome to go there anytime,” the deputy said.



Tessa closed her gaping mouth. Hunter and Rourke smiled.



The deputy looked at Ashton. “Your dad wants you to report in, let him know what’s going on. See you all later.” He returned to his vehicle and backed out of the drive.



Meara took a deep breath. “Who’s going where?”



“Can you handle Ashton and Rourke?” Hunter asked.



“No moon for a few days,” Meara said. “They should be fine.”



“I promise I’ll protect the women,” Ashton said.



Rourke seconded his promise.



“Okay, then. I want the four of you to go to our place. Meara, we have a couple of rifles there, plenty of food, and the generator will keep you warm. Tessa and I are going with Leidolf. We’ll drop by the prison to speak with Michael and then head to Portland.”



“You trust me to not run off?” Meara gave her brother a wicked smile.



“Yeah, since you know what a problem this is if I can’t rely on you.”



“You can count on me. So, when are you going to change her?” Meara asked.



“When the time’s right. I can’t now until the moon reappears, for one.”



Meara gave Hunter a get-real look.



Tessa wondered what that meant, although she again assumed Hunter wasn’t interested in being saddled with her. Why didn’t he just “give” her to Leidolf or Devlyn then? Not that she wanted to be handed off to another lupus garou pack either, and she wasn’t sure she could handle becoming a werewolf in any event. She hadn’t any family anywhere else that she could run to. Still, if she could get Hunter to help free her brother, she might be able to disappear and...



But she couldn’t leave her brother. What a mess she was in.



Hunter carried Tessa out to the Humvee. When he had her settled on the seat, he propped her foot up to ease the swelling and covered her with a blanket. Watching him change from hostile when it came to dealing with Jessup and his friends to tenderness when handling her, she wished he could’ve been a regular guy. But then again, the fact he wasn’t was probably why she loved him so much. Love?



“Let’s go,” Hunter said.



He and Meara moved some of the gear to Leidolf’s vehicle and after Hunter locked Tessa’s place, they all loaded into the two vehicles.



Hunter motioned to Ashton to take off. Meara waved as they headed out.



“Are you sure dividing our forces is such a good idea?” Tessa asked, as Leidolf drove out of her driveway.



Leidolf chuckled darkly. “A lupus garou would know never to question the alpha leader’s decisions.”



Talk about male chauvinists. Tessa folded her arms.



Hunter smiled at her over the seat. “She’ll learn.”



“You and your kind may live in the Dark Ages, Hunter, but I’m not going there.”



“Are you sure you don’t want me to take her off your hands?” Leidolf asked.



During most of the drive, Hunter had seemed to be brooding about something, but Tessa didn’t want to ask what the matter was in front of Leidolf. When they arrived in Salem, the sun had already set and visiting hours at the prison were over. If it hadn’t been for all the ice and snow, they might have made it in time. Tessa brushed away useless tears, hoping to hide her distress. Both Leidolf and Hunter caught her action though.



Leidolf drove them to a nearby hotel. “Two beds, one room for safety sake?” he asked.