Sinclair “Where is she,” Roger growls, pacing through our living room as Ella sit on the couch feeding Rafe, watching him anxiously. “I’ve been everywhere looking for her – at the clinic, at her apartment –“ “You must have just missed her, Roger,” Ella says, as worried as he us but wanting to ca
“Fine,” he sighs, shaking his head and covering his eyes with his hand. “But you get maybe three hours of this,” he continues, “before I’m out there looking for her again.” “Okay,” I reply, nodding and lying through my teeth. Because there’s no way I’m letting him prowl the streets looking for Cor
Sinclair I growl down at the man before me, who is younger than I thought he would be, for one with such power. He has thick black hair and a day’s worth of stubble on his thin cheeks. The man glares up at me with dark, angry eyes and opens his mouth to speak but before he can, I slap him – hard
I heard a little tapping sound at the glass of his window – I looked towards it curiously, expecting a little bird – maybe a squirrel – But terror flooded me when I saw a black-masked face calmly tapping on my window, grinning at me. I gasped, my body turning to ice as I froze, as he quietly
Ella “NO!” I scream, but the word is transferred instantly to a roar as I transition into my wolf, my bones and body shifting in a flash. It hurts – less than it did the first time, of course – but I barely notice it because I shake myself out of my captor’s hands and am halfway across the room a
But it’s a waste of breath. I coil my limbs and leap for him, my paws hitting him in the chest first and slamming him back into the wall moments before I sink my teeth into his neck, ripping out his throat. The man falls gurgling to the floor with me on top of him, growling down into his face as
Ella “We have to go,” Sinclair commands, looking at his brother and then at me, both of our eyes trained on him. “To one of the bunkers. Where we’re better prepared for a siege, if need be.” I don’t know what he means – not entirely – but I just give my mate a single nod, agreeing to his plan, t
We’re done packing in only a few minutes and head for the bedroom door – which I suddenly realize is shattered off its hinges. “Do we need anything else?” Sinclair asks, passing through and not even looking at the splintered remains of our entry. “Probably,” I shrug, following close behind him.