There’s no place like home…especially for a wolf who shouldn’t have run away.
Wylder Aaron always knew Starr Joseph was his mate, but the time wasn’t right for them. To escape his hopeless feelings for her, he fled Los Lobos and joined the military, not even saying good-bye.
Starr wanted nothing more in life than Wylder. When he left, she fled, too. Her sultry beauty made her an instant success as the new look for a major cosmetics firm. However, fame is fleeting. At twenty-six, she’s old news and forgotten. Worse, loneliness led her into the arms of another were-shifter with a jealous streak. During his last rage, he slashed the side of her face, promising to kill her the next time she tried to flee.
She did anyway, returning to the safety and anonymity of Los Lobos…straight into Wylder’s arms.
Their time has come. Or has it? Her ex-boyfriend is still out there. Once he finds her, he intends to do his worst.
He gripped the jamb, steadying himself.
She stood at the edge of the lot, facing the bar. The ends of her glossy black hair and the hem of her olive-green T-shirt fluttered in the mild breeze. Otherwise, there was no movement. She might have been posing for a major ad campaign in one of those high fashion magazines, as she had in the past. Who knew what went through her mind at being back in town instead.
He wanted to call out, put her at ease. Fearful she might bolt, he dug his thumbnail into the wood and drank her in.
She’d filled out, no longer the slender teen he recalled, her shape womanly now. Battered jeans hugged sleek thighs. Her tee stretched provocatively across her ample breasts, the nipples pebbled against the soft cotton despite the warm summer day. A faint rose tint added a hint of color to her pale skin.
From her inner heat or embarrassment?
The wind picked up, whipping her hair back. She snatched the locks to keep them over her left ear and edge of her face.
He didn’t have to wonder why. Her mom had told him some of what happened to Starr in Los Angeles. Not enough, though.
She regarded both sides of the street. Deserted. Thick forest surrounded the small town, pines creeping up mountainsides, craggy rocks peeking through primordial vegetation. In the distance, young male voices rang out with laughter. Teens likely racing each other to the swimming hole.
Wylder breathed a sigh of relief the kids weren’t headed toward her with their snickers, cruel comments, and mocking gazes. Dumbasses. Bullying wasn’t what Starr needed.
She tilted her face.
Their gazes met.