Lynx Northern Shifters 3

The only way to break free is to let go.
    In order to protect his shifter kin, FBI agent Trey Walters hides his ability from his employers. For him, a vacation means a whole midwinter month in the Canadian wilderness, free to live in his wolf skin.
When he happens upon a rare lynx shifter, he’s fascinated. And his protective instincts kick into overdrive. The young man needs to be shielded from werewolves and humans alike, whether he likes it or not.
Jonah can hardly wrap his head around the fact that other shifters exist, much less endure the presence of a stranger in his lonely sanctuary. Blaming himself for his brother’s death, he lives in self-imposed isolation. Trust? Forget it. Yet Trey’s patience penetrates Jonah’s fear, and it doesn’t take long for him to fall like a rock for the wolf.
Trey hadn’t planned to embark on an intense, passionate affair, but he finds himself vowing to return after his next undercover mission is over. As months stretch into years, however, Jonah fears that Trey has broken faith with him—or is dead. There’s only one way to find out. Leave the safety of his lair and venture into a dangerous, deadly world…
Warning: violence, explicit sex.
     
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Copyright © 2010 by Joely Skye ISBN: 978-1-60504-975-5 Edited by Sasha Knight Cover by Natalie Winters
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Lynx

Joely Skye
Dedication
To my editor, Sasha, who always makes my books better.

Chapter One
    Trey was three days deep into the Canadian Shield—it was slow progress going uphill towards a major ridge in a snowstorm—when he recognized he was being tracked. The whiff of a predator too faint to identify. The muffled echo of something moving over the snow’s surface.
    He’d come here on a whim, investigating the odd report of a giant lynx in the area—though giant lynxes were long extinct. Didn’t matter, this was his idea of vacation. He hadn’t expected to discover much of anything. He certainly hadn’t expected to be tracked by another animal, and this new development invigorated him.
    The bone-deep weariness that had afflicted Trey these past weeks vanished. Easy as that it was gone. Instead he faced a challenge, one only his wolf had to deal with—identify his tracker. It had nothing to do with humans and their world, nothing to do with his work. Just the wilderness and his wolf and this snowstorm.
    Trey decreased his speed, as if he were ailing in some fashion, as if he were weak. With a potential predator on his trail, such a strategy might flush him out. Predators were a curious bunch, by and large, and they liked to take advantage of weakness.
    Usually , amended Trey hours later, when no predator had yet appeared. After half a day of this, Trey became impatient with his slow progress, given that his tracker continued to keep its distance. Perhaps it wasn’t hungry, never mind that they were in the dead of winter. True, Trey wasn’t hungry, but he’d feasted a number of times over the past few days and had been well nourished before he’d set out. This animal was unlikely to have the same advantage.
    Possibly it wasn’t a predator, but Trey was hard-pressed to imagine a deer or hare following him. Besides lacking basic brainpower, they were timid, fearful creatures that didn’t like to bring a wolf’s attention to themselves.
    What if it’s not just an animal? Unbidden, the thought grabbed hold, as did the idea of a shifter. Interest piqued, Trey decided to take a more proactive approach. Picking up speed, he veered left and began doubling back, going wide. It took some time but eventually he crossed tracks, not too old.
    The fur on the back of his neck rose in anticipation. He observed incredibly large prints