Hungry For Red

An experiment gone wrong has left W. Aaron Wolfe a little different, furrier and such. He’s been living in the middle of the woods for years to hide his secrets. When he stumbles across an injured camper being attacked in the forest, his inner wolf demands that he step in to save the beauty and claim her as theirs.
One minute, Isla Redmond is running from a beast in the woods. The next minute, she wakes up to find the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen leaning over her. Maybe this stupid camping trip with her coworkers wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Aaron sweeps Isla off of her feet, but soon she realizes he’s not telling her everything. When his secrets come out, can Isla accept him furriness and all? Or is she going to leave him Hungry for Red?

Well, I really screwed the pooch this time. My idea of roughing it is a Holiday Inn with an outdoor pool, so why did I freaking agree to go camping with my loser coworkers? Oh, yeah, because Ted called me a spoiled princess, and I wanted to prove him wrong. I proved him wrong, all right. Now, I’m lost in the creepy woods while the sun steadily slips from the sky, and there’s no Holiday Inn in sight. Oh my God, do I hear a wolf howling? I’m going to be a wolf’s dinner, or maybe just a snack. My redheaded temper may have cooked my goose this time. Fudgemuffin, Terrible Ted and his teasing can go to hell. I hope the wolf gets him next.
My boots crunch dead leaves while I trudge down the forest trail, praying that our meager campsite is around the next clump of trees. The birds in the trees mock me when all I find is another trail that leads further into the dark, scary forest. I managed to get lost between our campsite and the small creek where we were getting our water, and now, I have no idea how to save myself from spending a night alone in the forest without shelter.
When I tell myself things can’t possibly get any worse, I hear twigs snapping behind me, and suddenly, the birds all rush from the branches above my head. Not one to wait around for trouble, I take off running through the dense forest. The next thing I know, my head connects with a branch, and…
Aaron
Well, that isn’t a sight you see every day. There’s an ugly fuck trying his best to pull the pants off of a figure lying half on the trail and half in the grass on the trail’s edge. As I get closer, an unbelievably delicious scent wraps around me. Then, I see brilliant red hair fanned out on the ground and a cute little face marred with an angry purple bruise that covers her entire forehead. My inner beast growls ferociously when he sees the harm this little fucker has done to our mate. What the fuck? Our mate? My wolf forces me to concentrate on the situation in front of us. That ugly little bastard is trying to take advantage of her poor little unconscious body, and my wolf is ready to tear him to shreds.
My human mind finally accepts her role as our mate at the same time that the stupid fuck turns around and sees me standing over him. He tries to run, but I grab his neck and toss him up against the nearest tree. “How dare you touch my woman?”
The little punk pales and, while sweat runs down his ugly face, sputters out a lie, “That’s my girlfriend.” The utter bullshit causes my beast to claw and fight for control as I struggle to remain human. After I’ve restrained my inner wolf, I growl, “You wouldn’t have to rape her if she was yours. Now, get the fuck out of here and don’t ever come back.”
“What about Isla?”
He looks over at my mate, and I step between them and growl, “Go!” I don’t want her to wake and her first memory of her mate is finding me tearing this asshole apart, so I release the little fuck which pisses my wolf off completely. As I watch him stumble through the woods, my wolf urges me to run after him and make him pay for daring to harm our mate, but I remind the wolf that she is our main priority right now.