Amy’s POV This couldn’t be happening to me, it just couldn’t. These days I actually wanted to be around Kane. Even Misha was used to the idea of allowing Rhett to fuss over her and whatever else our inner beings did together. It boggled my mind, something I’d seldom thought about before, whereas the question of what happened to them after we passed had always exercised me. Not even Dad knew the answer and his wolf had not spoken to me in years. I really needed him now, the one who counselled me after yet another unjust punishment. Lorenzo, please help me. Thinking about it later, I realised I must have been drugged to the point of hysteria. That sharp prick on my arm. Of course. As for the Alpha of the defunct Black Hills pack, I had vowed never to say his name – not even in my thoughts – and I never would. Stacey had helped me with an erasing spell. I missed her, too, so much. Gloria, my captor, had some of the reddest lipstick I’d ever seen. She was in her forties and looked a
Amy’s POV Delirium wasn’t taking over completely, though that was what I continued to pretend. I was tempted to experiment with invisibility though realised it could mean the end of me if I couldn’t reappear to be treated by Black himself, a very efficient medic. I never would have guessed that. Little by little, I worked it out. He had wronged Lori, too, not just the real Diana. Maybe he had been sent packing and maybe he’d just gone away for a while. That so-called diary contained a grain of truth and nothing more. Satyr would need someone like Dick, as I thought of him now, to carry out his dirty work. It was a good job he’d been here or I’d have been history by now. That tourniquet probably saved me from bleeding to death. Though I knew she’d been trying to end his life. Lori, the mistress of the year. The gun-toting betrayed female who had dished out nothing more than friendly fire. She didn’t hate me; she never had. It had been a part she was acting. No doubt a pack member s
Amy’s POVIn some ways I had always been on my own, despite having a family. None of them were what you might call the reliable kind. I fought my own battles, learning the lesson early that the good guys don’t always win.Surviving was the easy part. My body was still sore and now I was forced to watch the arm wrestling contest between Michael and Kane, knowing I was the prize.They appeared to be allies now, which could only spell disaster for me and werewolfkind. The traditional branch.If only I were fit enough to run. I dreamt about that time I came upon a linden tree in the woodland, resting my paws on it and knowing a rare peace. If only basswoods were more prevalent I would jump out of the window now and – and what? Urge Misha to save us both.Without Rhett she was a miserable creature. I felt it, too. His loss was hopefully not permanent.Could Kane be pretending? I knew in my heart that wasn’t so.“Think you can take me?” the Alpha King had sneered.“Watch me.”Truman was iss
Amy’s POVAnything for the cause. A worthy cause. A lost cause. I was panicking like when an aircraft climbs, my mind a knotted jumble of words and phrases.Yet I was only too coherent when Alpha Kane came through the door.“What’s going to happen to Jake and my mother?”He drew a finger across his throat, saying, “Eventually.”Did that spell torture? I knew it did for me.I reached out in vain.Where are you, Rhett?He’s sick.Oh Misha, you don’t have to be here for this.So much for loyalty. Soon I couldn’t reach her, either. Instead I tried my best to contact Truman, the employer with a sense of fun.“Help me,” I begged.“Take off your clothes. Every last stitch. I want you bare and available in there.”Kane jerked his head towards his pleasure room. I shook mine.“You’ll have to kill me first, Lycan,” I dared.The terrible growl would certainly have upset Dorothy.An unlikely saviour turned up in the form of the Delta, Francis. As far as I was aware, Ugly Hattie was still with Mic
Amy’s POV I was passing Kane’s Suite when I heard the distressed cries coming from within. It sounded like a woman. The words were foreign to my ears which could mean only one thing: Rene was on the loose again. Hurrying along to see Lisa – my original destination had been the old Luna’s room – I enlisted her help and we went to see what we could do. The mother and daughter spoke the Micmac tongue while I stared at the Alpha. Though he didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to; his expression was enough. It said, Help me, Amy. What else could I do? This had been my purpose all along, to shore up Kane. I went across to the bed and took his hand. It wasn’t clammy as I had feared and his pulse was steady. “Forgive me,” he pleaded. “Make me,” I replied. There was the ghost of a grin. “Same old sass. I’ll have to take you in hand.” I leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Only when you’re well again.” My slave dress was modest, if drab. His gaze was drawn to my choker, the one which rep
Amy’s POVI liked spending time in the gardens. Sometimes I asked Noah to help me assist Rene to leave her comfort zone in order to create in the fresh air. We had discussed sourcing some paints for her, a palette and he reckoned he could knock together an easel, no problem. Lisa’s true mate was very protective and I knew he was good to her which made what happened next all the more surprising.It was awkward being accused of something you hadn’t done by a ranking female who was so very credible. Did she have poor eyesight like her grandmother? Was she malicious, like Selene used to be? Lycans were unpredictable, everyone knew that. And hormones coupled with the disappointment of not having conceived – what can I say?She must have known it wasn’t me. My body double was stiff of movement. I’m not sure who suggested Rene could paint it and the inbuilt ‘bikini’ donned at the pull of a lever – don’t you just love gadgets? – would resemble scanty underwear from a distance.When Amy II’s l
Kane’s POVI couldn’t allow the challenge to go unanswered and yet I was in no condition to lead an all out attack. My Gamma may have been a traitor yet the decapitation and delivery had laid down a gauntlet. The Crescent Moon pack had to respond not just to save face but to make the point that our transgressors were for us to deal with in-house.If the Alpha King got away with this then not only he would hold me in contempt.I’d asked Amy to take notes and was hoping to have her input. I knew what she was like. Thoughts would be churning round in that head of hers non-stop. When I asked for her opinion unexpectedly, I knew she wouldn’t be coy. Unlike Jake, she was one of us now.“We don’t even know where he is.”My Luna didn’t want there to be a fight, obviously. But we had already been attacked by way of a slight and I couldn’t let it go.“Maybe I should torture your father,” I said, cruelly.“Take that back.”This was getting us nowhere. I apologised, though hadn’t entirely ruled i
Amy’s POV I was scrubbing the floor in the dining area when Noah came up to me. “Not here,” I hissed, almost as if the two of us were guilty. “Have you seen Lisa recently?” he asked. “I can’t find her anywhere.” The pack warrior looked terrible but I wasn’t about to tell him that. “Go and check with Selene.” I knew the Luna’s Suite was likely to be the one place which hadn’t been searched by him. He wandered away, still disconsolate, and I began to feel culpable for something which wasn’t my fault. Then I sensed the Alpha’s aura. “What was that all about?” he demanded. “Your sister is missing. I mean, he asked me if I’d seen her. Alpha, I – ” “Relax, Amy. I know you’re telling the truth. I overheard some of it. Leave that. I came to fetch you to the meeting. Francis has an idea.” At least my dress wasn’t dirty. “You want me for the notes?” “And your opinion.” I tried not to glow because of the faint praise. As it happened, the Delta suggested we send a group of pack she