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  Your Wild Heart

  Copyright © 2015 by Dena Garson

  ISBN: 978-1-61333-822-3

  Cover art by Fiona Jayde

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  Black Hills Wolves Stories

  Wolf’s Return

  What a Wolf Wants

  Black Hills Desperado

  Wolf’s Song

  Claiming His Mate

  When Hell Freezes

  Portrait of a Lone Wolf

  Alpha in Disguise

  A Wolf’s Promise

  Reluctant Mate

  Diamond Moon

  Wolf on a Leash

  Tempting the Wolf

  Coming Soon

  Worth Fighting For

  Promiscuous Wolf

  A Wolf Awakens

  Naming His Mate

  Dedication

  This one is dedicated to my boys—my greatest source of joy and frustration. My wish is that you always know you are loved more than you can possibly comprehend.

  I also need to send out a big thank you to Rebecca R. and Virginia C. for getting me involved in the Black Hills Wolves! Hugz!! And to Hollie Neighbors for helping me wrap my head around the wild world of the Black Hills National Park and National Forest.

  Your Wild Heart

  Black Hills Wolves

  By

  Dena Garson

  Chapter One

  From the shadows of the surrounding foliage, Wyatt Powell watched the slip of a woman move about her campsite with ease. The business card she had left with the girls at the ranger office read, Dr. Isabelle Acker, Wildlife Biologist. It seemed, she was used to camping outdoors.

  But even if she had been camping for over five years, it was damn foolish of her to be out here alone.

  Normally, he wouldn’t have paid much attention, but when he’d overheard the girls saying she was well known for her study of wolves, he’d been compelled to investigate.

  Everyone knew there were no wolves in the Black Hills.

  For generations, his pack had cultivated that belief. And in truth, there were no wolves. At least not what one would call a “normal” wolf. Wolf shifters were a whole other matter.

  So, what brought Dr. Acker here?

  She’d set up her camp in a secluded spot, well away from the established sites. Perhaps she wanted privacy. But for what?

  The longer he watched, the more fascinated he became by her. It wasn’t because she seemed at ease in the outdoors. Nor was it just a physical attraction. Sure, she was pretty for a human but not in a remarkable way. She was an average height with an athlete’s build. Her plain brown hair had been pulled into a simple ponytail, but it did glitter a bit when she stepped into patches of sunlight.

  Yet something about her had captured his interest. Both man and beast wanted to learn more.

  He was about to retreat into the woods when he saw her gather a towel and a few bathing items and head to the nearby stream. His conscience argued he should leave and allow her some privacy, but the bulge behind his zipper insisted on following her. Part of him wanted to know how much of a nature lover she was.

  Like a deer, she picked her way over the rocks until she found a spot next to the river. Before sitting, she slowly turned her head in both directions scanning the area.

  Wyatt had been taught by his Sioux grandfather the value of patience when tracking prey. Or a foe. Despite his base attraction, he had yet to determine which she might be.

  Seemingly satisfied by what she saw or didn’t see, Isabelle reached for her ponytail and pulled the band out. Her hair cascaded in waves down her back. Copper flecks became apparent now that the strands were no longer confined. She pushed her shorts off and then her denim shirt, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of panties and a white undershirt. Neither of which covered much.

  He revised his earlier thought about her being unremarkable. The swell of her breasts beneath the clingy fabric made his mouth water. He lifted his nose into the air to catch her scent but picked up nothing except the expected foliage and damp earth. Odd. Must be too far away. Satisfied no one else could see the treasures she had revealed, he adjusted his crotch to ease his discomfort and crept closer.

  Sitting on the rock next to the stream, she looked as if she could have been in any bathroom in the world not the wild outdoors where dirt, bugs, and animals were the norm.

  When she dipped her feet into the water, she jerked them away before easing them all the way in. Wyatt knew from experience the water in this part of the park would be chilled despite how hot it had been lately. Using her hand as a scoop, she rinsed her arms and legs. Next, she splashed water on her face and ran her hands through her hair. With her head bowed, she gazed into the water as if debating something.

  Was she thinking of taking a swim? The stream was not deep, but the current was stronger than one would expect.

  Before he could finish the thought, Isabelle hopped into the water.

  Wyatt shot to his feet and ran to the river’s edge to make sure she hadn’t fallen on the rocks.

  He scanned the surface of the water but didn’t see her. When she came up for air, she reminded him of the Sirens Odysseus had faced on his voyage home.

  Mesmerized, Wyatt froze. Even though he could only see her from the waist up, the blood in his head pounded and rushed south to his groin, leaving him off-kilter. Thankfully, her back was to him so, when she ducked under the water again, he had a chance to catch his breath and regain control over his raging hormones.

  When she came up for air the second time, she faced him. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open at the sight of him standing on the bank overlooking the river. She sank lower into the water and narrowed her gaze.

  “Do you realize you’re polluting one of the park’s water sources?” His voice came out far more steady than he felt.

  She kept her body hidden beneath the waterline. “Not any more than a deer or bear that wanders into the water. I’m not using any soap or chemicals.”

  “Good thing. I’d hate to write you a ticket, Dr. Acker.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “And you are?”

  He hopped down to a flat spot, level with the water’s edge, then bent and stuck his hand out to her by way of greeting. “Wyatt Powell, park ranger.”

  She looked at his outstretched hand then into his eyes. “Nice to meet you, Ranger Powell. But if you don’t mind, I think I’ll stay right here.”

  He shrugged and stood upright. “Suit yourself.” He stepped away from the water. “Nice day today. But I’m willing to bet that water’s still pretty cold. It rarely gets above sixty, even by the end of the summer.”

  “That I believe,” she mumbled. “Did you need something, Ranger Powell? Or do you make it a habit to drop in on park visitors at inconvenient times?”

  The underlying sassiness in her tone appealed to him. “I do keep an eye on what goes on in the park. I understand you’re a biologist,” he said, switching t
opics.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Where are you from?”

  “Georgia.”

  He nodded. “So, what brings you to our part of the country?”

  She shifted positions. Because she lay on her belly, he had a nice view of her backside despite the moving water. “I, uh….” She glanced at her clothes and towel on the bank not far away. “It’s a little colder in here than I like. Do you mind if we finish this conversation at my campsite?”

  He gestured to her things, pretending innocence of her predicament. “Sure. I’m in no rush.”

  “No, I mean….” She glared at him, then harrumphed and rose to her feet.

  Wyatt’s breath lodged in his chest when he saw her shapely figure through the T-shirt clinging to her skin. Her rosy nipples stood erect thanks to the cool water and shone like beacons through the almost transparent material.

  She swept her hair to one side and twisted the water from it. When their eyes met, defiance flared like a candle. He had provoked her, but she met his challenge and raised the stakes.

  When she took those few steps to the bank and reached for her towel, he had a perfect view of her backside. His growing erection forced him to rearrange his crotch. Giving any indication of how she affected him would do nothing but fuel the fire simmering between them.

  He needed to keep his wits to determine how much of a threat she might be to the pack.

  “Is that what people from Georgia swim in these days?” he called across the river.

  She glanced over her shoulder as she wrapped the towel around her chest. “Only when we think we’re alone and don’t have a swimsuit.”

  “I don’t believe you’re ever completely alone out here,” he cautioned.

  She gave him another hostile glance as she pulled her shorts on. “Birds and wild animals don’t count.” Keeping her back to him, she pulled her wet shirt off and the dry one on. After gathering her things, she faced him. The smile she gave him appeared forced.

  He chuckled.

  “I feel the need for some coffee. Would you care to join me?” Her voice oozed exaggerated Southern charm.

  Her challenge was too good to pass up. “Sure.” They marched toward her campsite in silence until they reached the narrowest part of the river. There he crossed to her side and asked, “Is there something wrong with the public campsites?”

  “No, why?”

  “Most people prefer to be near the restrooms and showers, but you chose all the way out here. Why?”

  “I want to see as much of the natural state of the park as possible. I can’t do that around cleared areas filled with dozens of people. Especially when half of them have no respect for the environment.”

  “And you do,” he said it as a statement, not a question.

  “Yes.”

  “You know it’s not safe for a woman to be out in the middle of nowhere. Alone.”

  She stopped. “Look. I heard enough arguments from my dad and my brother before I left. I am well aware of the risks.” Her hand flailed as she spoke. “I’ve been hiking and camping for more years than I can remember. I’m in better shape than most men, and I’ve taken enough self-defense classes that I could teach them by now.” Planting her hands on her hips she declared, “I can take care of myself.”

  He raised his brow. “I assumed you could. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. But that doesn’t mean it is without risk, and I am obligated to point it out.”

  “Fine.” She resumed her march. “You pointed it out. Thanks.”

  Taking the lead in the conversation, she quizzed him about his background, his job, and how long he’d worked for the park. Wyatt had the feeling she was sizing him up for something. When they reached their destination, she waved him toward the chairs under her trailer’s canopy.

  “So, tell me. Have you noticed any environmental changes around the area?”

  Wyatt frowned. “Like what?”

  She flitted from her trailer to her table, gathering things for the coffee. “Climate changes, increased rainfall, more flowering plants, less bees. Anything that could impact the overall habitat of the region.”

  “That’s kind of a broad question.”

  “Yeah, I know. Just wondering if anything stands out to you.”

  “Our weather hasn’t been out of the ordinary. Like everywhere, we’ve had years that were too dry and others where we had a problem with flooding.” He scratched his jaw as he searched his memories. “Can’t tell you whether there’s more or less flowers around. There are few varieties I keep an eye out for. As for bees, we had a couple of scientists show up a few years ago to study them.”

  “Really?” She handed him a cup of warm, not hot, java, then sat in the other chair with her feet tucked beneath her.

  It occurred to him her feet were bare. Unusual for a city girl. “They said they were documenting every species of bee in the region. If they missed any, I’d be surprised. Those guys were devoted to their cause.”

  “Do you remember who conducted the study?” Excitement rang in her voice.

  He shook his head. “No, sorry. Not off the top of my head. But I think I still have one of their business cards at the office if you’re interested.”

  “That would be great. Thanks.”

  “Is that why you’re here? To study the environment? I thought you were some big wolf specialist?”

  “Wolves are my specialty. They are interesting because I believe their behaviors, or more to the point, changes in their behavior patterns can be an indicator of changes in the environment.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “They act as an early warning system if you know what to look for.”

  “So, what are you doing in the Black Hills? There aren’t any wolves here,” he challenged.

  “I think there are,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

  He raised his brow to mock her words, but inside, an alarm went off. “I’ve worked in the park for over five years. I’ve lived in the area my entire life. There are no wolves here.”

  She shrugged her shoulder. “I aim to prove that one way or the other.”

  Wyatt gulped the last of his coffee and stood. “Well, I hope you don’t leave too disappointed.”

  “We’ll see,” she said with a sly smile.

  “Thank you for the coffee.” He set the cup on the table. “I need to return to work.”

  “So, was this a social call then?”

  “Maybe a little of both.” He pulled a business card out of his wallet and slid it under the mug. “That’s my number. If you run into any problems, give me a call.”

  “Thank you.”

  He tugged the brim of his cap. “Be careful out here.”

  “I will.”

  With one last look, he headed to his truck. He hated the idea of her staying out here alone. She may have years of experience camping and be able to defend herself in many cases, but a lone female in the middle of nowhere was asking for trouble. Anything could happen.

  But it wasn’t his place to tell her otherwise.

  Right now, his concern for the pack took priority. Her stay in the park could endanger the secrecy and privacy they’d worked so hard to cultivate.

  Drew, their Alpha, would never allow that.

  What would Drew do to her if he decided she was a threat? After some of the vicious things his dad had done, pack leadership still made him leery. But it would be worse if Wyatt didn’t report what he knew and things spiraled out of control. Many lives—many families—could be affected, and that he couldn’t live with.

  As soon as he got in and buckled his seatbelt, he pulled out his phone. His call connected. “It’s Wyatt. We may have a problem.”

  Chapter Two

  Breakfast was a simple fare of coffee, dried fruit, and cereal. Isabelle rolled the limited information she had around in her head. She needed to charge her laptop battery. It had enough power to record her day’s notes, but that would be about it.

  If the clouds st
ayed at bay, she’d look for a sunny spot where she could leave her solar unit.

  As she ran through her list of things she wanted to do for the day, she noticed an odd silence had fallen. She looked as deep as she could into the trees surrounding her. When her trailer wobbled unexpectedly, she set her bowl on the ground and rose to her feet.

  The sound of snorting and snuffling drew her attention. When she stepped around the corner of her trailer, she found a bear pawing at the cooler holding her perishable food. It was a large enough specimen that she didn’t want to chance an entanglement.

  She backed up, trying to make as little sound as possible. As she crept past the table, she grabbed her cell phone and laptop. She slipped the electronics into her backpack and pulled the strap over her shoulder. She scanned the trees for a suitable host as she slipped away.

  At least she still wore her boots from when she had foraged for wood for the fire. It would have been difficult to scale a tree in her socks. She groaned knowing her legs were going to get scratched since her shorts weren’t long enough to provide much protection from the bark.

  She could probably make it to her Jeep without the bear noticing, but she didn’t want to miss an opportunity to study it. The tree she picked should keep her out of the bear’s line of sight but still allow her to see what it did. She climbed onto a limb sturdy enough to hold her weight, then slipped her pack off and secured it to a nearby branch. Despite the bark and various knots, she found a reasonably comfortable spot. From where she sat, she had a good view of her campsite.

  The bear managed to get the cooler open and ate pretty much everything inside. As it struggled with the cooler, it knocked one of the canopy support rods loose and bent another. It had just turned its attention to the contents of the trailer when Isabelle heard a voice from below.

  “You have a visitor.”

  Her tummy did that strange fluttery thing again upon seeing Ranger Powell below her. “I do.”