Her Werewolf Hero (26 page)
Authors: Michele Hauf
“Where are you?”
McKenna whirled, nerves prickling, sure she heard that voice. If she was making it up, she had one hell of an imagination. That voice seemed real, even when logic told her the question couldn't have been addressed to her. No one waited for her or wondered where she was. She had no family left. The few people who mattered to her knew her schedule and were busy elsewhere at this time of night.
So why did the voice sound familiar?
Steadying herself with both hands on the nearest signpost, McKenna worked to calm herself down. This didn't have to be a premonition or a warning sign of disaster about to strike...though she distinctly remembered how the bullet entering her skull two years ago had spoken to her just before taking her down. As if that bullet had her name on it. As if that shot had been meant for nobody else.
She had experienced the same flutter of nerves back then, too, seconds before the bullet struck. She hadn't told anyone about those things. Cops weren't supposed to be crazy. She'd kept her mouth shut about premonitions and perceptions, though the nightmares persisted to this day.
She looked around, reliving a moment of uncanny connection to her surroundings, wanting to duck, but standing tall to await whatever was to come.
Nothing did.
No bullet arrived, though her weakening knees defied the notion of an all clear.
Holding on to the post, McKenna again scanned the sidewalk, fighting the impulse to cover her ears and block any further sound.
“Who are you?”
The question came again from out of nowhere, so real that she almost replied. Determined to ignore this, McKenna headed for the garage with a retort on her lips. “Not talking to you today, my invisible friend. I won't be admitting to the crazies anytime soon.”
Under her breath, she added, “Definitely not today.”
Before she finished the remark, her finely honed cop intuition set her teeth on edge. Someone was watching. Someone was there. She knew this.
Swaying slightly, shaking off the chills slipping under the collar of her thick wool coat, McKenna turned to stare at the guy on the motorcycle.
Copyright © 2016 by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
ISBN-13: 9781488004629
Her Werewolf Hero
Copyright © 2016 by Michele Hauf
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