Warrior Wolf: Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance (Protection, Inc. Book 4) Read online

  Warrior Wolf

  Protection, Inc., Volume 4

  Zoe Chant

  Published by Zoe Chant, 2016.

  Warrior Wolf

  Protection, Inc., # 4

  By Zoe Chant

  Copyright Zoe Chant 2016

  All Rights Reserved

  Author’s Note

  This book stands alone. However, it’s part of a series about Protection, Inc., an all-shifter private security agency. If you’d like to read the series in order, the first book is Bodyguard Bear, the second is Defender Dragon, and the third is Protector Panther.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One: Raluca

  Chapter Two: Nick

  Chapter Three: Raluca

  Chapter Four: Nick

  Chapter Five: Raluca

  Chapter Six: Nick: Nick’s Story

  Chapter Seven: Nick

  Chapter Eight: Raluca

  Chapter Nine: Nick

  Chapter Ten: Raluca

  Epilogue: Raluca

  Chapter One

  Raluca

  Raluca fled across the sky on dragonwings, frequently glancing back. It had been an entire day since someone had tried to murder her, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She’d given up everything she had in the hope of finally getting to have a life, and she was not going to let some unknown assassin take that from her before she got the chance to experience it.

  Her silver wings stretched out wide to catch the sea breeze. Above, the sky was blue as turquoise; below, the ocean was a darker blue, like sapphires.

  She possessed both gems in her hoard, along with many others; after she’d renounced her title as crown princess of Viorel, leaped off the palace balcony, and become a dragon in mid-air, she’d flown to her room, transformed into a woman, snatched up the brocade pack that held her hoard, and shifted and flown away again before an alarm could be raised.

  Raluca had taken nothing but her hoard and the clothes she’d been wearing, but that had been sufficient. After reluctantly deciding that she could bear to part with a valuable diamond that had been a gift from her evil Uncle Constantine, she’d sold it and had been living off the proceeds ever since. It had been a good choice; that diamond had so many bad associations that she didn’t miss it, even though it had sparkled beautifully in the sunlight.

  Her uncle had controlled her for her entire life. He’d attempted to force her into a marriage with a man she didn’t love to ensure a treaty between their nations that would line his own pockets. He’d even tried to murder her fiancé’s true mate! Raluca was well rid of Uncle Constantine and everything that had come from him.

  Her thoughts drifted back to that crucial moment when she had declared her independence and fled. She’d felt so free as she’d leapt off the balcony, become a dragon, and soared away. Her entire life had been ruled by her duties as a princess, with Uncle Constantine monitoring and controlling her every action. Now she could do whatever she wanted.

  It had taken her less than a week to realize that she had no idea what she wanted.

  She’d first met her fiancé, Prince Lucas, when they were both eighteen, awkward teenagers forced into an arranged engagement that neither had the strength of will to refuse. When they’d met again, five years later, both had changed physically. Lucas was taller and broader across the shoulders: a handsome young man, not a boy. Raluca’s daily lessons in posture and dance had finally paid off, transforming her from a clumsy girl uncomfortable in her own skin to an elegant dragon princess who controlled every movement of her body with exquisite grace.

  But Lucas had changed inside, too. He’d gone to America and become a bodyguard — such a strange job for a prince — and found the courage to defy his family. When he met his mate, the American backpacker with the charming name of Journey, he’d stood up for her, foiled Uncle Constantine’s attempt to murder her, and finally given up his kingdom for her. Now Raluca’s uncle was in a dungeon for the rest of his life, Lucas was presumably living happily in America with Journey, and Raluca...

  Raluca’s breath gusted out of her in a dragon-sized sigh, blowing a hole in a cloud. She’d drifted from Venice to Vienna, staying in the best hotels and seeing the famous sights, but none of it had made her happy. She’d thought she’d feel free, but she felt more trapped than ever. With the entire world at her feet, she’d felt lonely and empty.

  Until someone broke into her hotel room and tried to stab her to death as she slept.

  Some tiny noise must have startled her, for instinct prompted her to roll off the bed before she was even fully awake. She’d fallen to the floor with a thud, opened her eyes, and stared up in shock at a glittering blade poised above her heart. Then the masked assassin holding the knife tried to plunge it home.

  But Raluca’s dragon speed outmatched the assassin’s training. She threw herself to the side. The dagger smashed into the marble floor. Before the man could try again, Raluca transformed. Her unfurling wings flung the black-clad assassin across the room. The flask he’d been holding in his other hand burst against the wall, releasing the distinctive sharp odor of dragonsbane, the poison that prevented dragons from shifting.

  The assassin scrambled to his feet and fled out the door. And Raluca, with a distinct feeling of déjà vu, grabbed her hoard pack in her talons and launched off the hotel balcony.

  For the first time since her leap from the palace balcony, she felt alive again. The threat to her life jolted her back into the realization of how much she valued it. She might not know how she wanted to live, but she definitely wanted to live.

  Also, she wasn’t stupid. That attack hadn’t been random— the dragonsbane proved that the assassin knew she was a dragon, and presumably also knew exactly who she was— and Raluca had a good idea of why someone might want her dead. She’d renounced her title, but she had the right to change her mind and reclaim it. As long as she lived, she potentially stood between the throne of Viorel and everyone who was now in line to inherit it.

  Unfortunately, that didn’t narrow down the suspects as much as one might hope. Raluca had the only clear claim to the throne. With her out of the picture, that left about twenty cousins and other relatives who, last she’d heard, had been fighting over the crown by any means necessary, from duels to debates to very expensive lawsuits. And that wasn’t even counting Uncle Constantine, who might have bribed someone from within his cell with the promise of infinite riches once Raluca was dead and he was free.

  No matter who was trying to kill her, they’d tracked her down once and could do it again. And they wouldn’t give up after one missed chance.

  As a dragon, Raluca could defeat a human. But if she was splashed with dragonsbane, she wouldn’t be able to transform, and the next assassin would undoubtedly use the dragonsbane first and the knife second. As a human, she had no idea how to fight. Dragon princesses learned feminine arts like embroidery and gem-carving, not swordfighting or boxing. She needed a bodyguard.

  Luckily, she used to be engaged to one.

  Raluca didn’t know Lucas’s home address — they hadn’t been in contact since the balcony, and she’d checked into hotels under an assumed name — but his workplace, Protection, Inc., had a website with a business address. And Raluca had looked it up often enough since she’d fled to have it memorized, thinking wistfully of meeting up with the one who would understand why she’d given up her royal title.

  She flew over the beaches of Santa Martina, her dragon magic hiding her from sight, and into the city. It wasn’t easy finding an address from above, and she had to circle repeatedly befor
e she finally figured out which of the several towering office buildings was the one she was looking for.

  Raluca landed on the roof of Protection, Inc. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then let her magical invisibility slip away. She thought of human things — the slide of silk between her thighs, the clack of high heels across a marble floor, and the lonely ache in her heart — and became a woman.

  To her chagrin, she found herself standing barefoot in a nightgown, wearing no makeup and with her hair rumpled from sleep, clutching a heavy pack. She must look like a hobo! It was hardly the impression she wanted to make, especially if anyone but Lucas, who was as close to a friend as she’d ever had, was at Protection, Inc.

  It could be worse, Raluca thought. If I was any other type of shifter, I’d be naked.

  Only dragons could transform and take their clothing and their hoards with them. The reason for that was obvious; Raluca would have fought to the death rather than abandon her hoard. All the same, her lack of nudity was cold comfort. It wasn’t even her best nightgown, but a simple fall of pewter silk she’d picked up in Vienna, unadorned and cut low in the chest. Every time she bent over, it threatened to expose her nipples.

  Raluca opened her pack, wishing a golden hairbrush and mirror would magically appear. Unfortunately, she knew every item in her hoard by heart, and she had no such things. But she certainly wasn’t going to walk into Protection, Inc. half-naked and unadorned. She might have renounced her title, but she wasn’t going to disgrace herself.

  She combed her hair as best as she could with her fingers and rubbed her eyes, making sure no stray sleep crumbs clung to her lashes. For jewelry, she made do with a pair of pearl hair clips, a delicate silver necklace, a gold and pearl bracelet, and a mere three rings: a band of sapphires, a gold and pearl ring that matched the bracelet, and a ruby ring that had been a favorite since she’d been a little girl.

  The touch of gold and gems to her skin gave her confidence and courage. Drawing upon the strength and pride of dragonkind, Raluca strapped on her pack, tugged the nightgown up, lifted her chin, straightened her back, and marched downstairs to knock on the door of Protection, Inc.

  A man opened it. He was so huge that he nearly filled the doorway, made of pure muscle without an ounce of fat. His brown hair brushed the top of the doorframe, and his hazel eyes blinked at her in surprise.

  “Whoa,” said the man in a deep, rumbling voice. “Uh... May I help you?”

  Inwardly, Raluca gritted her teeth; outwardly, she drew herself up to her full height. Her nightgown instantly slithered down. She snatched at it and clutched it in her fist, destroying whatever dignity she’d briefly achieved.

  “I am looking for Lucas,” she said, carefully modulating her voice.

  The big man was still staring at her. He probably thought she was a robber bedecked in her ill-gotten finery. “Lucas isn’t here. Are you...” He stared some more, his gaze moving from her bare feet to her fistful of silk to her necklace. “...a relative? Or a friend?”

  Raluca and Lucas were, in fact, very distantly related, though one had to go back seven generations to find the connection. But she didn’t think this strange, large American would care about that.

  “I am a friend,” Raluca said. “Please give me his home address.”

  “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” the man replied. She was both annoyed and impressed at the polite firmness of his tone; Uncle Constantine couldn’t have taught him better. “I’m Hal Brennan, and I run Protection, Inc. And you are...?”

  He extended his hand just as she swept into a curtsey. Both of them hastily moved to correct their error. Raluca straightened up with a jerk and stuck out her hand, but she was stiff as a robot she’d once seen in a movie. Hal hesitated, then ducked his head and shoulders in a bow that vividly conveyed how embarrassed and awkward he felt to be bowing at all.

  In the silence that followed, Raluca looked for a balcony from which to fling herself. Unfortunately, there was none.

  Hal’s booming laugh shook the walls. “Well, that was a disaster. Let’s try again. This time, let’s forget about impressing each other. I’m Hal, Lucas’s boss. I’m a bear shifter —”

  Shocked, Raluca interrupted, “You’d tell me that? You don’t even know who I am!”

  Hal gestured at her right arm. She’d forgotten that the nightgown, which had straps rather than sleeves, exposed her glittering silver dragonmarks. “Lucas told me what those meant. So I know you’re a dragon shifter. Hey, are you his ex-fiancée?”

  “We did not complete our engagement ceremony,” Raluca began. Then, catching some of Hal’s informality, she said, “That is to say, yes. I am Raluca, the princess — former princess — he was to marry.”

  Hal’s grin broadened. “Pleased to meet you! Lucas told us all about you. I wish I could’ve seen you jump off the balcony. That must’ve been a sight to see. Why don’t you come inside?”

  Raluca followed Hal into the lobby. She was immediately struck by one of the framed photos on the wall. It showed the palace of Brandusa at sunset, with a golden dragon soaring overhead. She stepped forward to get a closer look.

  “Yeah, that’s Lucas,” Hal said. “I hope you didn’t come to America just to see him. He’s on an assignment in another country, deep undercover, and he’ll be gone for at least another week. In the meantime, is there anything I can help you with? Maybe find you a hotel?”

  If it hadn’t been for her years of training, Raluca would have blushed. Forcing back the hot blood that threatened to color her face, she said, “Yes. A hotel recommendation would be greatly appreciated. But also... I need a bodyguard.”

  “Oh!” Hal’s rugged features instantly shifted from amusement to wariness. His body language changed as well, subtly settling into a deceptive relaxation that Raluca knew meant he was ready to fight for his life. She had seen it before, watching the dragon princes train. “Hmm. Well, you’re safe for now. No one can break into Protection, Inc. But you can’t stay here forever. Could someone have followed you here?”

  “Not directly,” Raluca said. “I looked behind me as I flew. But I was tracked down once already. And given that Lucas and I parted on good terms, this is a logical place to look for me.”

  Hal seemed to appreciate her reasoning. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll make you some coffee and you can tell me all about it.”

  Raluca seated herself in an armchair. It gave way pleasantly beneath her, neither too soft nor too hard. The entire office was more comfortable than it looked, warmed to a pleasant temperature rather than air-conditioned to chilliness.

  While Hal went into another room, she examined the other photographs on the walls, all of beasts in their natural habitats. (The natural habitat of a dragon, of course, was a palace.) Lucas was the dragon, and Hal had said he was a bear shifter. One photo was of a bear at a river. Perhaps that was Hal in his shifted form. Probably all the bodyguards were shifters, and all the animals in the pictures were them.

  Raluca examined them one by one. A tiger stalking through a lush green jungle. A pride of lions lounging on a savannah. A snow leopard leaping across an icy abyss. A panther lying in wait for its prey. A gray wolf with fierce green eyes, leader of a pack. Which would she want to protect her? They all looked equally strong; any of them would be more than a match for a human, or several humans.

  Her gaze drifted down the line, then stopped at the wolf. There was something fascinating about him. At first glance, those eyes, deep as emeralds, were filled with ferocity. But as she looked longer, she thought she saw something else beneath the anger, something that echoed in her own heart.

  Loneliness, hissed her dragon. Pain.

  Why would he be lonely? Raluca silently asked. He has a pack.

  Her dragon answered with a shrug, a rustle of wings. I do not know the why. I only see what I see.

  Hal returned with a china cup of cappuccino, which he cradled with surprising delicacy in his enormous
hands.

  “Are those your bodyguards?” Raluca asked, indicating the photos.

  Hal nodded, handing her the cup. “Lucas didn’t tell you much, did he?”

  Raluca’s gaze lowered to the coffee. It not only had foam, but a sprinkling of brown powder atop. She wondered if the office had servants, or if Hal had actually made the coffee himself. Perhaps he had, with the aid of a machine. She had seen such things in Europe.

  “Our arrangement was a matter of honor, not love,” Raluca said. “Lucas told me as much as he felt comfortable revealing in the short time we had together.”

  She was mildly irritated at the way Hal smiled every time she spoke. His expression was one of amused familiarity, as if she was some relative whom he met only at holidays but whose quirks he found charming rather than annoying. He should not find her familiar. They had only just met.

  “You sound just like Lucas when he first came to America,” said Hal. “It’s really too bad he’s not here. Why don’t you start at the beginning, and tell me exactly what’s going on and why you need a bodyguard? Don’t leave anything out — there’s details that may not seem important to you, but could mean a lot to me.”

  Hal sat down behind a desk, and took out a notebook and a pen.

  Raluca took a delicate sip of her cappuccino. The powder was chocolate. In her own country of Viorel, it would have been nutmeg. She forced her mind away from how lost and alone and alien she felt, and began, “At the age of eighteen, Lucas and I were promised in marriage...”

  She had been trained to recount a tale clearly and with detail; Hal made few interruptions, but took many notes. When she explained her theory that someone wanted her gone to clear their path to the throne, he nodded and said, “That makes sense.”

  An odd warmth stole into her heart at his simple words. She was used to being respected, of course. But it was for her position and family and wealth, not for her intelligence. She had learned to read people — Uncle Constantine had made her watch him hold diplomatic meetings with politicians or interrogate prisoners, and then quizzed her about them — and so she could see that Hal was used to having to steer clients to the point, and appreciated that he didn’t have to do so with her.