62 = Nathaniel

I wake to the wonderful warmth and feel of sparks that spread over my skin and through my body. I haven’t had that good of a sleep since I was a young vampup just after everything finally settled down once my mother returned and we became a family once more.

I pull her a little tighter up against me and place a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder. Cole lengthens his fangs, wanting a taste but instead of sinking them in and just taking, I want her consent first. I place another kiss on her neck and then slip out of the bed.

As I enter the bathroom, I open my link with Julian,

“Julian, the Pride?”

“The Innocent have been relocated, the participants have been detained for punishment and the Pride itself has been levelled.”

“The Male Cheetah from the dungeon?”

“My apologies, Nat, but He slipped away.”

I clenched my jaw at the news that he had gotten away. I was looking forward to torturing him as he had tortured my mate. I wanted to hit something. Hunter and Cole each wanted to kil