Wild About You

one is from this morning’s paper.”

Elsa saw the big headline “Madman Attacks Bleddyn” and the photo of Howard seizing a man by the tie. The man had to be Rhett Bleddyn, the nasty werewolf who hated Howard. She studied the photo. Rhett had shoulder- length black hair and dark eyes. His mouth was twisted into a smirk. The article made it look like he was innocent and Howard was a crazed criminal.

The second paper said that Rhett had gone missing and authorities suspected Howard. She recalled his words in the cabin. I’m going to destroy Rhett.

“So you still can’t tell me where Howard Barr is?” the reporter asked.

Elsa swallowed hard. “No.”

Her aunts shook their heads at her.

Mr. Pelton scowled at her. “A detective from the Anchorage Police Department is arriving tomorrow morning to investigate Mr. Barr. I suggest you cooperate with him.”

A chill ran down Elsa’s back.

“Oh, she will,” Greta assured the reporter.

“Here’s my card if you change your mind.” Mr. Pelton passed a business card to Elsa.

When she took it, her hand brushed against his. An instant burst of heat exploded from her birthmark. With a gasp, she dropped the card on the table.

The reporter narrowed his eyes.

With a forced smile, she grabbed the card. “Sorry. I guess I shouldn’t have eaten the chili cheese fries.”

He nodded. “Good evening.” He strode toward the exit.

A berserker. Elsa watched him leave. She’d bet anything he wasn’t a bear like Howard and his cousins. No, Mr. Pelton was probably a werewolf. Like Rhett Bleddyn.

She glanced down at Rhett’s photo in the paper. The article had clearly been biased in his favor. Was the paper owned by werewolves? Was Mr. Pelton working for Rhett Bleddyn?

She waited until she was alone in her hotel room before she texted Howard.

A REPORTER FROM ALASKA, MR. PELTON, IS LOOKING FOR YOU. AND A POLICE DETECTIVE FROM ANCHORAGE WILL ARRIVE TOMORROW MORNING. MR. PELTON IS A BERSERKER.

A text came back from Howard.

STAY AWAY FROM THEM. THEY PROBABLY WORK FOR RHETT.

She showered and sat up in bed, reading the articles once again. Apparently, the photo was taken at Harry’s memorial service. And since Rhett was the one who had killed Harry, she couldn’t blame Howard for attacking him. The article also mentioned how Howard had been arrested for killing a girl twenty years earlier.

She tossed the paper onto the bedside table. What was the truth behind that? She really wanted to know, but how could she text Howard and ask him if he’d killed his high school sweetheart? As hard as she tried, she couldn’t come up with a nice way to ask him about it.

The next time she saw him, she’d show him the papers. Then he could explain.

With that settled in her mind, she turned off the bedside light. Aunt Ula was already asleep in the second bed. Aunt Greta had the room next door. She was probably polishing her guns.

Elsa snuggled under the covers and rubbed her birthmark. She would need to shake hands with the detective from Anchorage. If her suspicions were correct, he would make her mark burn.

She tossed and turned most of the night, not fully falling asleep until the wee hours of the morning.

A beautiful man came to her in the night. Large and powerful, he covered her body with his. His big hands roamed over her skin, setting her on fire. She wanted him. She cried out for him. She burned for him.

His hands were magic. Skimming the length of her legs. Fondling her breasts. Stroking her neck. Tightening their grip.

Choking her.

She thrashed against him, but he was too strong. Too powerful.

His face, half hidden in shadow, twisted in rage. Transformed. He roared like an animal.

She gazed up at him in horror. In the flicker of firelight, she caught a glimpse of his head.

A bear.

She slapped at him. Clawed at his face. No, not her lover!

Words slipped from her mouth, then echoed in her mind.

“I curse you and your kind for all time!”

She shoved at his shoulders, and his fur came loose in her hands. The bearskin fell off him, revealing her attacker in the firelight. Not her lover.

The berserker who hated her lover.

The wolf.

Elsa sat up with a gasp.

“Are you all right?” Ula turned on the light.

“It wasn’t a bear who killed the guardian!” Elsa jumped out of bed. “It was a wolf!”

“A wolf?”

“Yes.” Elsa paced about the room. “I think it’s always been wolves. The guardian was in love with a bear berserker, and the wolves hated him for it. They killed her, making her think her lover had done it so she would curse the bears for all time.”

“Then you think your Howard is innocent?” Ula asked.

“Yes! I think Mr. Pelton is a wolf berserker. He made my birthmark burn.”

Ula stood up. “We must tell Greta.” She rushed to the bathroom and got dressed while Elsa texted Howard.

YOU’RE IN DANGER! THE WOLVES ARE COMING FOR YOU.

When Ula left the bathroom, Elsa dashed inside. Five minutes later, they were dressed and ready to go. She rushed outside with Ula and banged on Greta’s door.

Greta cracked it open. “It’s awfully early. You should go away.”

“I know who killed the original guardian,” Elsa told her. “It wasn’t a bear. It was a wolf!”

Greta’s face turned pale. She mouthed the word, Go! Then suddenly she was pulled back. Mr. Pelton pressed a knife to her neck.

The door opened wider, held by a strange man who aimed a pistol at Elsa. Her heart lurched. Beside her, Ula gasped.

“You are correct, Miss Bjornberg.” A man rose from the bed.

She recognized him from the photo. Rhett Bleddyn.

“It won’t be a bear who kills you. It’ll be a wolf.” His mouth curled with a smirk. “Me.”

Chapter Twenty-seven

“Come inside, Miss Bjornberg,” Rhett said. “Rocky is a police officer and an excellent shot.”

Rocky had aimed his pistol at Greta. “Come in, or I’ll shoot her.”

Elsa and Ula entered slowly.

Rocky handed his pistol to Rhett, then he closed the door and grabbed some handcuffs from the dresser.

“Leave their hands in front,” Rhett ordered. “I want Miss Bjornberg to be able to use her phone.”

Rocky snapped cuffs on Ula, then Elsa. She gritted her teeth when his touch set her birthmark on fire. He was definitely a berserker. He dropped her handbag on the floor next to Rhett.

“I’m sorry, Ellie,” Greta whispered.

“Quiet.” Mr. Pelton jerked her back, then sneered at Elsa. “Your aunt made the mistake of thinking I cared