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  Table of Contents

  Northern Sass

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

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  One

  “I know, Grandma.” Maple Hudson rolled her eyes as she twirled the telephone cord around her finger, watching as the tip turned pink, then purple before releasing it again. Cell reception didn’t reach this far out, and she was kind of glad. If it weren’t for the fact that she wanted the retirement home to be able to contact her in case of emergency, she wouldn’t have bothered getting the phone connected at all.

  “Are you listening to me, baby?”

  A grin cut across her face. At thirty-two, Maple was hardly a baby, but her grandmother had yet to realize she wasn’t a child anymore.

  “There are sweeter things in life than candy, and a hell of a lot more satisfying than working in that glass coffin you go to every day. You can’t keep pushing yourself like you do, it’s criminal. I would like to hold some great grandbabies before I keel over. I’m not getting any younger, you know.”

  A pang of guilt tightened in her chest. It wasn’t that she didn’t want a man in her life, or even children, for that matter, but she had to work. The beautiful senior community her grandmother had moved into a couple of years ago wasn’t cheap. She loved it there. She’d made great friends and even had a social life. There was no way Maple was going to ask the woman who’d raised her to move to a cheaper place, even if her uncle had reneged on his promise to pay half. She had to figure out how the hell she was going to do it on her own.

  “I know, Grandma,” she said and grinned wider as her grandmother huffed at the other end of the line.

  “Fine, I’ll stop harping. When are you coming to see me? We haven’t visited in weeks.”

  Maple peered out the window toward the lake. “I’m not sure. Things have been crazy at the office.” It wasn’t a lie, exactly. She’d been putting in a lot of overtime and taking on extra work to make ends meet over the past few months. She held her breath. The woman could sniff out a lie, even one of omission, a mile away. Maybe if she didn’t say too much, she wouldn’t catch on for once.

  “You’re never too busy to come for dinner. What’s wrong, Maple?” she finally asked after a long pause, worry making her voice tight on the other end of the line.

  Crap. “Everything is fine. I just…” she sighed, giving up on keeping her whereabouts a secret before she got into more trouble. “I decided to get out of the city for—”

  “Out of the city? And you didn’t think to tell me about this? Where the hell are you? How long have you been gone? When are you coming back?” The questions came out in rapid fire.

  “It was a last-minute decision, Grandma. I needed to get away. I hadn’t made up my mind until late last night, and didn’t want to wake you with my phone call, which is why I’m on the phone with you this morning. I had no intention of keeping it a secret.” She so had been, but she wasn’t going to admit that.

  The fact was, she’d been sitting in her office—exhausted from the long hours she’d been putting in—when the idea had struck her a few days earlier. Unable to focus on work, she’d been staring out the window at the beautiful downtown skyline, but the joy it once held was gone. As gorgeous as the view was, it was nothing like the land where she’d grown up. She’d closed her eyes and let her mind drift to a time when life had been simpler—happier. She didn’t know how long she’d been lost in her memories, but when she finally snapped out of it, she’d made some calls. The phone service and electric had been connected to the old property the next day. Too bad this would probably be the last time she’d set foot on her old stomping grounds. She shoved the depressing thought aside to deal with later.

  “Are you okay, baby? Where are you? I’ll come see you.”

  A chuckle slipped past her lips. She could see it now. Bertha Hudson, swooping in on her electric wheelchair to save the day like a superhero. Her special power? Hugs and kisses. “I’m okay, Grandma. I just missed home.”

  “Home?” she asked after a long, pregnant pause. “You’re at the cabin?”

  Maple swallowed hard. Her grandmother loved this land as much as she did, but she’d warned her against going back since they’d moved to the city after her grandfather had died. “I…yes. I’m at the cabin.”

  She held her breath again, waiting for the scolding to come through the line. Her grandmother might not be as strong as she once had been, but her mind was as sharp as a tack, and she wasn’t afraid to let her tongue loose.

  “Okay. Good. Do you have a rifle with you for protection?”

  Okay? What? That wasn’t what she was expecting. At all. “Yes, I have grandpa’s gun. And ammunition.”

  “And you remember how to use it? Maybe you should get those targets out of the shed and practice a few rounds like your grandpa taught you. Just to be sure.”

  Who the hell was this woman, and what had she done with her grandmother? Maple had begged to go back to the cabin so often in the years after they had left, and had been shot down so abruptly every time, that she didn’t think her grandmother would ever approve.

  “I remember. And if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll get some target practice in. You’re sure you’re okay with this?” she asked, still not certain what to make of the situation.

  The older woman sighed at the other end of the line. “Just promise you’ll be careful.”

  “But—”

  “But nothing. You’re a grown woman now.” She heard a sniffle across the phone lines. Was her grandmother crying? She never cried. “I want you to be happy, baby. You work too hard, and you never take a break. You deserve this. When will you be back?”

  Maple swallowed around the lump in her throat. “I took a month off, but I should be back in the city in a couple of weeks.”

  “I still expect a call every Saturday.”

  “You know I look forward to our calls as much as you do, Grandma. I miss you.”

  “I miss you, too, baby. Now, bingo is about to start. I best put some gloss on and get down there to get a good seat next to the caller. He’s a handsome devil, that Mr. Hunter.”

  Maple shook her head. The woman was incorrigible. “Good luck.”

  “Don’t forget to call, and for God’s sake, don’t go wandering into the woods at night. You know what’s lurking in that forest,” her grandmother warned.

  Maple chuckled. She remembered. Werewolves. At le
ast, that’s what her grandparents had used to scare her from going into the forest alone when she’d been a child. “I won’t. Love you.”

  “Love you, too, baby.”

  Maple stood staring at the phone for a moment before untangling the cord and hanging the receiver on the cradle. The old rotary had seen better days. Hell, she was surprised it still worked at all with the frayed cord and the wobbly, mustard yellow box on the wall. Maybe she’d pick up a cordless the next time she went to town to be safe. She was looking forward to the solitude her time at the cabin would bring, but she wasn’t an idiot. She needed to make sure she could call someone for help if need be. There may not be werewolves around, but there were plenty of wild animals.

  Taking a deep breath, she looked around. Time to get to work. If she was going to stay there for a few weeks, she’d best get it in liveable shape again.

  First, fresh linens, then she’d tackle the dust. She hoped the old machine would still work after all these years. She turned the knob and waited. After a groaning shake of the pipes, nasty smelling, rusty colored fluid came trickling into the tub. It took a minute, but the water came faster and eventually cleared, taking the rotten smell with it. So far, so good. No water was coming out from under the old wringer washer. It would be a pain to use but better than finding a laundromat in town. She drained the sludge, washed and rinsed the tub, then started the machine. Yes.

  Everything was going better than she could have hoped for. With a smile on her lips and her spirits higher than they’d been in a long time, Maple turned the old radio up loud and set out to clean the cabin she’d once called home. She took a break for lunch and kept going. By the time she was done, her T-shirt clung to her sweaty body, and streaks of dirt covered her face.

  All she needed now was a hot shower. Stripping down, she tossed her dirty laundry into a pile in the corner and turned the faucets in the tub. There should have been some sort of resistance, but the taps spun and nothing happened. Crap.

  She tried turning the faucet again, but it wouldn’t catch on whatever it was supposed to catch. Double crap. Even if she went into Dexter, the little town up the road as dirty as she was, there was no way she’d find a plumber to come out and fix it this late in the day. Not to mention the cost of getting it done after hours. The idea of a quick wash at the sink was almost as repulsive as remaining in her filth. Thankfully, she’d thought ahead and bought a camping shower on her way to the cabin. It wasn’t ideal, but at least she wouldn’t be climbing into her clothesline-fresh-sheets smelling like death had warmed over when she went to bed tonight.

  Two

  Jaxon Barnet’s heart pounded so loud he could hear nothing else. Not the birds, not the wind rustling through the leaves. Nothing but the heavy beat blasting through him. His claws couldn’t quite catch deep enough into the soft dirt to propel his body as fast as his wolf demanded he run. After nearly twenty years—twenty fucking years—the scent that he’d been searching for had returned.

  He’d been on his way for one last check on the old Hudson property before heading out of town when the sweetest smell had curled around him, making his steps falter and his heart all but explode from his chest. After months of his pack harassing him to find a mate, he’d finally agreed to attend the scenting ceremony Barbara Wolfe had organized. Had he not come out for one more run, he would have missed her. Maple Hudson. The one who had haunted his dreams for the last two decades. His mate.

  The first few months after Maple and her grandmother had moved away had been the hardest. He’d come to the cabin every day, hoping against hope she’d be there waiting for him, but with each passing sunset, her scent had grown fainter until it had disappeared altogether. His brother had long since called him a fool and urged him to stop torturing himself with what could have been, but Jaxon had never given up.

  Of course, he didn’t go to the old cabin on Wassookeag Lake all that often anymore, but when the full moon was cresting, he couldn’t resist. The wolf inside had never gotten over the loss.

  At the time, he’d been furious with Mrs. Hudson for taking his mate away. Maple had been too young. Hell, so had he, but that hadn’t lessened the pain of losing her. For a few years, he’d been angry and had lashed out at the world. Only the firm hand of his older brother, then Alpha of their pack, had kept him from getting into serious trouble. It had taken a long time, but he’d eventually understood. That hadn’t made it any easier for him to live all those years without his mate, though.

  The warm breeze picked up again, bringing more of the intoxicating smell that had been burned into his memory, making the wolf whimper with its need to get to her. How long had it been since he’d come to the cabin? Two weeks? A month? More? Damn it. He should have been checking more often. What if she’d been in the area for weeks and he hadn’t had a clue?

  No. That couldn’t be. Jaxon dismissed the notion almost as soon as it entered his mind. People talked. Someone would have brought the information to him had she been there for a while. There was no reason to keep them apart like there had been all those years ago.

  His heart stuttered and his steps faltered. Unless she was already claimed. If she was married with a family, his pack might want to keep the information from him. Just because he hadn’t taken a mate didn’t mean she hadn’t. A growl rose from his chest. Again, he pushed the notion aside. He refused to believe that fate would be so cruel.

  He didn’t slow down until the trees thinned and the clearing where the old cabin stood came into view. What had once been a rustic, three-bedroom cottage, was now run-down and in need of repair. The roof was missing a few shingles, but it looked sturdy enough. He’d have to give the place a good once-over to make sure it was safe.

  Soft humming drew his attention toward the water’s edge. He loped along the tree line, his light footsteps silent on the forest floor as he followed the sound. His heart pounded against his ribs. Not from the physical exertion of his run through the forest, but in anticipation of seeing her after all those years. She’d been stunning, even as a child. With a mane of soft brown hair and a smile that transformed her face, she’d been gorgeous. Of course, her body hadn’t yet matured, but the light that had shone from her soul, even at the age of twelve, couldn’t be dimmed.

  He half expected to see her lying on the small beach as she had when he’d first laid eyes on her all those years ago, but the beach was empty. Not that it mattered. Even if there weren’t wet footprints pointing him in the right direction, her scent would lead him right to her.

  His ears flicked forward at the sound of trickling water, followed by a soft gasp.

  “Oh, that cooled down faster than I expected,” Maple said, her voice sliding over him like a warm caress.

  He strained to hear other noises to indicate she wasn’t alone, but the cabin was silent, and nothing stirred around him. No other’s scent tainted the air. She’d come alone. Some of the tension eased from his muscles as he approached a huge tree hiding her from him.

  Not wanting to startle her, he walked slowly until he rounded the thick trunk. The sight of her stole his breath as need pounded through. Not three feet away, his mate stood, completely naked. The last thing he’d expected was to see her standing there with her eyes closed and her arms up, rinsing shampoo from her long hair. She had one of those camping showers strung up to a sturdy branch of the massive tree.

  Once he realized what she was doing, he should have turned back, or at least averted his gaze, but he couldn’t tear it away. Suds slid down her body, cresting her full breasts before slipping down her generous curves on their way to the ground. He had no doubt that the shampoo would taste like crap, but it would be worth it to follow each bubble with his tongue.

  “Hurry up, Maple, you’re going to run out of water,” she said in a singsongy voice as she turned and picked up a bar of soap.

  The view of her naked ass, not to mention the little glimpse he got of her pussy, nearly had him whimpering. She made quick work of soaping her body befor
e turning toward him again.

  Shock registered on her face first, then her eyes rounded wide and she screamed loud enough to send the birds for a half mile out flying from their perches. Forgetting about her soapy body and the water that was about to run out, she scrambled back as far as she could until she was up against the tree trunk behind her.

  The scent of her fear filled his nose, making it itch. He didn’t want her afraid. Not of him—or his wolf—ever. Going against his instincts to get closer to her, he whimpered and took a few steps back, tilting his head to the side, silently begging her not to run. When she didn’t move, he sat, then with his tongue lolling from the side of his mouth, Jaxon wagged his tail like a damned puppy, letting it thump the ground behind him, scattering debris in its wake.

  Maple swallowed hard but stayed where she was. When her breathing finally slowed and some of the tightness in her muscles released, he did the only thing he could think of to set her more at ease. He flopped onto his side and kept on wagging.

  If any of his pack ever saw him behaving as he was, he’d never hear the end of it. As humiliating as it was, though, it was worth it to see her breathe a sigh of relief and pry herself from the tree once more.

  “You stay right where you are, buddy,” she crooned as she stepped a little farther away where she’d set out a few pitchers. “Neither one of us have to get hurt here.”

  He let his tail thump the ground again as he watched her move. What did she mean no one had to get hurt? She walked past the pitchers, then reached down, coming back up quickly with a rifle in hand. That, he hadn’t expected.

  Being a wolf shifter had its perks, like fast healing, but even he couldn’t survive getting shot in the head. He took a moment to assess the situation from his position on the ground. Her body was tense, but not terrified. The look in her eye was one of curiosity, not bloodlust. If he had to wager, he’d guess that she didn’t want to shoot him. Thank fuck. If she did, she’d have cocked the gun and lifted it to her shoulder already. As it was, she stood there staring, ready to move if need be but somewhat calm.