If Leah had hoped to faze Kirk with her little dig, she was way off. Kirk took her hand and shook it, his smile dazzling. "Hi Leah, I'm figuring if you know I've fucked your husband, you already know my name...Isn't it awesome that we already have something in common?" He adjusted the strap of his purse over his shoulder and across his frame with practiced flair.
Leah's gaze slid to her husband, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You're right Paul, I do like him. To be frank. I'd like anyone who'd dare to pivot, before fly kicking Jared on his ass for everyone to see, like it was a handshake."
Kirk's grin broadened as he winked at Leah, his entire being radiating charm. "Finally, a woman I can relate to." He sighed dramatically, holding his hand over his heart as he bowed.
The atmosphere in the car shifted as Leah asked, "Where will Kirk be staying?" The question hung in the air, open for anyone who cared to respond.
Jazz spoke first, his voice carrying an e
When they got to the docks, the harsh wind carried the tang of salt and impending storm. As expected, Juke's father had already left with the yacht, leaving them to make their way home. The wooden planks creaked under their feet as they searched for an alternative route by boat, coming up short.One of the fishermen, his weathered face creased with genuine concern despite their offers, told them nothing would be leaving the docks that day. There'd been a harsh weather warning, dark clouds already gathering on the horizon, and all boats had been called back to shore. The vessels rocked against their moorings, the water choppy and uninviting.Dale's enhanced hearing picked up the low rumble of thunder in the distance, matching the churning in his gut. His nose twitched at the overwhelming mix of salt air, fish, and the musky scent of what he was beginning to recognize as werewolf pheromones.When Jazz told
Dale knew he was transmitting his fears to Juke through their bond, filling their connection with his terror. Juke stared at him, asking telepathically if he was sure. Dale nodded, his whole body screaming to get away."It's just as dangerous out there as it is here. At least if we stay, Jazz and Paul can find our pack members, and put them on alert if we need their support." Juke's reasoning was sound, but Dale couldn't bear the thought of staying another minute."I don't care about that. I don't want to stay." Dale said, tightening his grip on Juke's hand until both their knuckles were white."Well I'm not going," Kirk declared, turning to glare at Dale, his usual sass undercut with genuine concern. "You know I get motion sickness travelling over rough roads.""You don't need to come, one of the others can stay with you, and you can follow on in the morning." Dale said, trying to
They'd left the city about two hours ago, the relative safety of civilization falling behind them like a discarded blanket. The roads grew rough and bumpy—each jolt sending vibrations through the vehicle that Dale felt in his bones.The vehicle rocked and swayed as it ate its way through the dirt road, the movement making his stomach lurch. Snow, gravel, dirt, and fallen branches snapped and crunched beneath them, creating an eerie symphony in the darkness.The engine purred like a satisfied kitten, the sound comforting in the wilderness. Now and then, the loose ground would send a stone splattering against the windscreen, the impact making Dale flinch as the wipers worked to rid the pane of humidity, and condensation streamed down the glass like tears.The absence of streetlights made the sky seem black, a void pressed against the windows like a living thing. They had only the headlights on full beam to guide their way, the beams cutting through the darkness like desperate fingers re
Jazz gasped, the sound sharp in the enclosed space. "You're telling me, you're not the one who turned him?""Yes, he was turned and left unclaimed, before we found him. He's my mate, so I claimed him." Juke's voice carried a defensive edge that made Dale's wolf whimper."Stop kidding yourself. If he was bitten, he was claimed. The alpha will come for him." Jazz's words fell like stones in the tense atmosphere.Dale turned to Juke, his eyes wide with fresh panic. The car now felt too small. "What does he mean, come for me? Who's coming for me?" His voice cracked on the last word, fear closing his throat."No one is coming for you—" Juke tried to reassure Dale, his voice soothing. Despite how the tone made Dale's wolf want to roll over and submit, it did little to stop the goosebumps pricking their way through his skin or calm his racing heart.Jazz butted
Knees like jelly, Dale slid to the ground, defeated as fear gripped his heart, piercing through him as he gave his imagination free rein to play scenario after scenario of him being manhandled and molested by hundreds of sex starved hungry wolves.“Stop your foolish thoughts and get up, little wolf.” Juke was in his head. “I can’t.”“You can…you have to.”"Kill me, Juke, please. I don't want this."“No, I won’t kill you. I'll protect you.""What if you can’t? Will you promise to kill me then?""If I promise to kill you, will you settle down, be quiet and stand up?"" Yes .""Okay, I promise, now get up and be quiet… I'm counting." Like stars in the night sky, bright yellow eyes appeared everywhere they looked. Juke moved to stand in front of Dale as he staggered to his f
Dale’s arms wrapped themselves around Juke’s waist. “You’re so hot.” He gasped under his breath as his body reacted to Juke’s hot muscular frame pressed up against him.He felt a pull in his belly. He wanted nothing more than for Juke to ride his ass mercilessly. His face was buried in Juke’s chest—he breathed in his manly scent, mingled with the faded aroma of his cologne. It tickled Dale’s nose and played havoc on his nervous system. His cock bulged in his pants.“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” Juke grinned.“I didn’t mean—”Juke interrupted him with a kiss. “I know what you meant.”He caressed Dale’s cheek. “Come, little wolf, let me love you— smother you in my scent so they will not find you.” Juke’s voice was a seductive whisper as he breathed t
It wasn't long before Paul and Jazz came toward them, still in wolf form, their massive paws leaving deep impressions in the pristine snow. Two magnificent specimens towering above everything else in view, large and white except for the dark patch above Jazz's eye.Their pure color lit up the darkness, blending into the snow-covered landscape. Their steps were quiet as they sunk into the soft white crystals beneath their paws, moving with a grace that made Dale's heart skip.Watching their approach, Dale was grateful they were on his side. His enhanced vision caught every ripple of muscle under their thick fur, every gleam of intelligence in their eyes. They were no less frightening than when all three had transformed before him earlier, the memory still fresh enough to make him shiver despite the heavy coat.He was also glad he was dressed, the winter air biting at what little exposed skin he ha
All fear slipped away as he held on to Juke, their connection strong and reassuring. They reached the service station without further incidents, and Dale sighed in relief when Juke told him they were on safe ground.Juke slowed to a stroll as they approached a youngish-looking man. Having met Juke's dad, Dale had no idea if this person was younger or older than he appeared. He sat on a chair in front of a large warehouse, whittling wood with practiced precision.The sculpture in his hands was taking form as he chipped away, and Dale could see it would be a wolf in mid-leap, not unlike the leap Juke had made to get him away from the pack of wolves who had tried to attack them earlier.Seeing them approaching, he stood and placed the carving and knife on a log table that showed signs of similar use. His eyes widened as they landed on Dale riding on Juke's back, surprise and curiosity evident in his express
Kirk skidded to a halt, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Sweat trickled down his brow despite the cool forest air. He looked around, sniffing the air, frowning.Why is Juke’s scent fading instead of growing stronger?"You idiot," a voice growled. "You're going the wrong way."Kirk spun around, searching for the source of the voice. "Who's there?" he asked."It's me, you fool. Zane. Your wolf."Kirk's jaw dropped. "My, what now? You can talk.”“Not only can I talk! I also know how to say you're an asshole in several languages—would you like to hear?”“No…Where are you?"“Where the hell do you think I am?” the voice tsked. “If brains were dynamite, we’d be in trouble.” Kirk didn’t know how he knew but felt his wolf face-palmed before speaking again with a sigh. “I’m you, and you are me. So dipstick, where the hell do you think I’d be?”“Are you in my head?”“No, I'm lurking behind that bush over there. Come find me.” Zane let out a huff that sounded like another sigh. "You can
Paul felt a mild scratching inside his head—someone was trying to mind-link him. He moved outside the packhouse and closer to the trees near the training field. Juke’s voice entered his head.“Paul, can you hear me?”“Yes, Alpha.”“That’s good. I thought I was out of range.”“You were. I’m in the woods. What’s new?”“The vampire scenting was a ruse to throw me off what’s happening here. We have a traitor in the pack, someone close enough who knows my actions well.”“Other than Jazz and myself, who knows you that well?”“I am still trying to figure it out.”“Could it be someone who knows you well, but you're not close with them? You know, like a stalker.”“That’s possible. It’s not as if my personality is a closed book. Anyway, send this message to my dad. He is to check the pack for a missing person. He can sense them, but they would not be close or assigned off-site tasks. ”“Why?”“Because whoever took Dale is still out here with him. There is no way they had time to return to the p
Kirk's silver eyes darted around the room, taking in his surroundings with an unnerving intensity. His nostrils flared as he inhaled, processing the scents around him. When he spoke, his voice was rough and strained."Water... I need water."Jazz fetched a glass of water while Paul and Leah helped Kirk sit up. He gulped down the water when Jazz handed it to him, droplets spilling down his chin. As he drank, the silver glow in his eyes faded, returning to their normal color."How do you feel?" Paul asked, still supporting Kirk's back.Kirk lowered the empty glass, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I feel... different. Reborn, almost. It's like all my senses have been dialed up to eleven. I can hear your heartbeats, smell the fear lingering in the air, see dust motes dancing in the sunlight."He swung his legs over the edge of the table, testing his balance. "Everything's so clear, so vivid. It's overwhelming."Jazz exchanged a glance with Paul. "Kirk, do you remember what happened?"
Jared threw Kirk to the ground. Grabbing his neck, Kirk yelled. “You cocksucking motherfucker. What happened to giving a guy the heads-up?” Kirk’s eyes rolled back in his head as he continued his tirade. “I hope you rot in hell plagued with a gay virus that turns you into a bottom that’s shagged so hard you gain a second asshole. Fucking wanker.”He didn’t hear the other’s response to his verbiage as he faded into the nothingness that welcomed him.“Dad! What have you done?” Jazz asked, eyes wide with disbelief.“I turned him just like he wanted. It's up to him now if he lives or dies.” Jared tsked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then cleaning his hand on his pants.“That’s not what I meant. Did you have to be so vicious?”“He shouldn’t have pissed me off. Anyway, he had it coming.” Jared glared at the unconscious Kirk lying motionless on the ground, still gripping the wound on his neck, and nudged him with his foot. “What’s with the fussing? He’s not dead—not yet, anyway
“Roran, calm down. You’re making me anxious. Let’s think this through.”“What do you mean human?” If the situation weren’t so dire, Juke would have laughed at Roran's attempt to insult him by calling him human.“The clothes are Dale’s, but they’re the clothes he borrowed from Kirk. We bought him new ones. The blood is fresh but not enough to cause any life-threatening damage. The vampire scent is stale, probably used to throw us off. Arif is a vile, ruthless creature, but even he has a bottom line, and collaborating with vampires is one of them.” Juke waited for Roran to stop pacing as the fog of panic began to subside.“You’re saying this is staged for my benefit.”“Yes, they knew we would search for Dale in wolf form. They knew you would turn primal in your desire to save our mate. They assumed I would give you full control, and I almost did until I saw the shirt.”“So the one who did this knows us well?”“Yes. We have a traitor, and he is someone close. They know our full strength
While they were in the conference room, Juke’s wolf began to pace in his mind.“Roran, what is it? What as you so restless?”“Something is wrong. I can’t feel my little wolf anywhere. Juke, we must find him.”“Are you sure?”“Don’t ask ridiculous questions, and go look for him.” Roran's voice rang loud inside Juke’s head.Juke turned to his father. “Dad, I’d like to leave if you can continue without me. Something is wrong with Dale. I have to check it out.”Juke's father nodded, concern etching his features. "Of course, son. Find him. Let us know if you need help."Without another word, Juke bolted from the room, his heart pounding in sync with Roran's anxious pacing. He raced through the corridors of the main house, checking rooms as he went and reaching out with his mind, desperately searching for any trace of Dale's presence.Nothing.Panic rose in his chest when he didn’t find Dale in their bedroom. Juke burst out into the cool mid-morning air. He paused, scenting the wind, hoping
The morning was filled with stretches and lunges—Dale’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down, fighting back his arousal as he swallowed in the masculine scent of Juke, his mate, who hovered over him, pressing and pulling at his limbs. His expression—serious.“Cut it out, Dale.”Wide-eyed with innocence, Dale asked, “Cut what out?” he swallowed, “I’m not doing anything.”“I can smell your arousal.” Juke stroked Dale’s hair, then patted his head. “So stop it. I’ve been holding back for fear of hurting the pups. It’s been a while since we…you know—I’m just a man, and my wolf is an animal in every sense.”“It’s not me. It’s Zander—he says he’s weak but keeps flashing images of you looking hot, naked, and sweaty. He keeps telling me he wants to be mounted by his mate, and your scent is killing him.”“Got it.” Juke sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Zander is going to have to wait. Sex in wolf form is safer for the pups.”“Why do you keep saying pups? What if I only have one?”“That would
Dale leaned into Juke's embrace, his heart still racing. "So it's true? What, Zander said?"Juke nodded, his chin resting on Dale's shoulder. "Yes, most of it's true. Your wolf manifesting like this means you're close to your first shift. I'm sorry I didn't prepare you better. It's difficult to know what to tell you. As a changeling, I wasn't sure how it would happen for you."Dale pulled back, looking into Juke's eyes. "But why does he sound so much like Kirk? Is that normal?"Juke chuckled. "Your wolf often reflects opposite aspects of your personality or people who are important to you. If Zander reminds you of Kirk, it's probably because Kirk's humor and attitude have rubbed off on you more than you realize."Dale groaned. "Great. So I have an internal Kirk to deal with too.""Look at it this way," Juke said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "At least you'll always have someone to crack jokes with, even alone."Dale rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling. "I guess that's one way
Dale left Juke in the bedroom and went about his morning routine. He hummed tunelessly as he prepared to brush his teeth, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and wondering what the night would bring.It was early, and he was getting ready to start the day, fighting back the anxiety brewing within. "Just another day," he said, trying to reassure himself, spitting into the sink."Hardly," a deep voice rumbled in his head.Dale almost swallowed his toothbrush. He whirled around, spraying toothpaste across the mirror. "Who said that?""I did. Let me introduce myself. Hi, I'm Zander."Dale stared at his reflection, his heart pounding. “Are you speaking from inside… my head?” Juke hadn’t told him to expect anything like this. Was this some…prank? Were the others outside laughing at him? Using this to try and ease his fears. Well, it wasn’t working—it was making things worse. This would be Kirk’s brilliant idea. He patted his pocket and scanned the room for a hidden speaker."N