Euan, second son of an outcast Highland chieftain, was poaching deer rather than face starvation when a pack of werewolves hunted him down. After pledging his fealty to the pack, Euan discovered his new family was in danger from the political forces aligned against them. While trying to protect the pack, Euan caught a runaway, Tristan, who had escaped him once before. Tristan is carrying a secret that could save or damn them all, but he is also going to change Euan’s life in less expected ways. (M/M)
His Highland Wolf (Print)Author(s): Kailin Morgan
$10.99Novella (41000 words)
Publication date: April 22, 2014
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Euan remained steady as the man awoke. The man’s body went instantly still as he registered the press of steel against the tender skin of his throat. His eyes jerked open and Euan watched his gaze find him, knowing that all his captive would see was the broad sweep of Euan’s shoulders against the soft glow of the dawn sky. Euan stifled a smile as he watched the other man try to raise his hands as much as he could even as he was trapped beneath the tree and Euan’s blade.
Euan backed up slowly, allowing his captive to slide his body from under the tree. Euan kept the sharp steel blade pressed against the stranger’s throat, dissuading him from any thoughts of escape. He blinked as the man slipped his legs out, and couldn’t stop his gaze from running down the long, lean muscles shown off by the breeches that clung lovingly to his shape. Euan realised, that once they were standing, the man would be taller than he was.
The young man kept moving slowly across the ground, shifting around as well as sideways. It was what Euan expected him to do, moving so that the growing brightness was no longer at Euan’s back. Euan let the point of his knife bite deeper, on the very edge of drawing blood and his prisoner shuffled back, his spine colliding with the fallen trunk. His breath huffed out then stopped altogether when he finally met Euan’s cool stare.
The sudden burst of scents from the other man made Euan want to sneeze and he fought the urge to rub at his nose. The bright spike of shock overrode the bitter smell of fear which had flooded out first, followed by a confusion of pheromones. Emotions swept across the man’s face, his almond shaped eyes widening in awareness, before dropping closed as something else flickered, too swiftly for Euan to identify it. Then a soft flush coloured the young man’s cheeks, the overriding feeling becoming that of anger.
Something niggled at the back of Euan’s mind, his wolf growling for attention. He could see the other man staring in confusion as Euan turned away from him, his head tilting to one side, listening to something only he could hear.
“Quick, on yer feet. Now!” The press of steel backed up Euan’s urgent whisper and the young man struggled upright, Euan stepping back slightly to allow him to move.
“Move. In front, quick as ye can. Dinnae think of running though; if I don’t catch ye, the soldiers coming down the road surely will.”
Euan watched as hazel eyes flickered back towards the road, then the taller man’s eyes widened in surprise as he finally picked up the faintest sounds of marching feet, the jingle of harness.
“May I take my belongings?” he waved a hand at the bag he had been using as a pillow, the leather soft and worn with age.
“Aye, leave no trace. Now, walk.” The point of Euan’s dagger jabbed into his captive’s back and he moved forward, back into the trees, as indicated.