The professor, Brad, was on the floor, face down, when Kerry made it to the infirmary. He was alive, because Kerry could hear his breathing and see him moving slightly.The pack nurse stood by the cell door. "Have you been inside?"She gave Kerry a frown. "I was checking on his bandage when it happened." She pointed toward the small window above the bed. "She appeared there. In the glass. Said something that put him in a trance. He became irate, and then passed out."Kerry frowned. "You didn't catch what she said?" he asked.She shook her head. "No, it was in another language. I called the wolves on duty, and they brought you back. I won't lie, it was scary."For a pack nurse to say something wascrazy, Kerry knew it must have been. Anything to do with possession and dark magic was way beyond what he was comfortable with.Kerry unlocked the cell with the keys hanging on the opposite wall. Brad didn't stir when Kerry walked near him. Nudging his leg with his foot, Kerry lifted an eyeb
The dang cat just talked to her. Not in her mind, but vocally. Kitty's intense eyes met Demetria's and held.She felt like bugs were crawling all over her skin. She had powers, yes, but she did not like an animal speaking to her like a human without being prompted. Demetria had been reading Sabrina's diary, which honestly was boring beyond belief.Who documented everything that happened to them in a day? She guessed that back then the lack of entertainment would make you do many boring things. Including writing down your every move.Maybe that was why women had multiple children back then, because there was nothing better to do than bang it out.None of it mattered anymore. Kitty told her what happened, and she had no reason not to believe the talking cat. The truth was that Demetria loved the thing. A werewolf reincarnated or not, he'd been there for her many times.Kerry glared down at it like it had grown two heads. "I don't like that," he admitted."Me either," Demetria said, put
Kerry woke to sunlight beaming into his bedroom window, warming his skin. Demetria was wrapped around him, one leg tossed over his, snuggled into his side as if the day ahead wasn't filled with plans to kill a warlock.His wolf had many ideas on how to spend the morning with her, but Kerry didn't want to miss the meeting at the pack house.Slipping from underneath Demetria, he dressed and walked into the living room. Cynthia stood in the kitchen, drinking a cup of hot tea while staring at Kitty from across the room.Kerry chuckled. "I see you saw Demetria's note."She cringed. "Yeah, how bizarre that he is a werewolf trapped in a cat's body. I mean," she said, clearing her throat, "isn't that ironic? A dog trapped in a cat's body?"Kitty hissed from across the room and raced out of the doggie door."I need to invest in a dog," Kerry mumbled,grabbing a cup of coffee.Cynthia bit the corner of her thumbnail and turned quickly to face Kerry. "What's it like if someone rejects their mat
The tension in the pack house was thick considering everyone that stood around chatting.It was casual, as they didn't plan to fight a warlock and witch in mere hours. Demetria twisted her fingers around Sabrina's diary, which held Sabrina's suspicion of Ivory loving her brother as more than just a friend.She wasn't sure if Jack knew about Ivory's feelings or not, but he would know Sabrina's suspicion once she showed him the diary. Then there was the issue of getting Kitty, or whatever his real name was, to talk with Ivory there. She should probably ask his name.Demetria tried not to think about it, because her nerves were already all over the place. Kerry rested his palm against her lower back and whispered in her ear, "I can feel your nerves, love. Calm down."Easier said than done. Demetria keptreplaying Jack cutting off her finger and the cruel stare in his eyes, the ghoulish look that took over him at any given moment. She didn't want the pack to deal with that, or see that k
Demetria didn't fight when he guided her down to his chest, and they lay in the field together. Kerry's nerves were all over the place. The pack hadn't had a war in years. Though the wars before were over land, or rogues, this time there was more at stake— his second chance.Demetria made circles against his bare chest with her fingertips. Neither of them cared that he'd lost his clothes in his shift. "I know I'm not her," she said softly. "She was a shewolf, and had a closer connection with you than I ever could.""Demetria-""No," she said, sitting up on her elbow to look at him, "let me finish. I know you miss having that, or better yet, your wolf misses having another wolf." She brushed her fingers against his jaw. "I will do anything I can to make up for that. If you need me to run with you, pet you, I will be there for you. Always."Kerry stroked her forehead. "I do miss my first mate, but where I used to ache for her, I don't anymore. My wolf aches to be near you. You're my fu
Demetria stared down at Cynthia's face and the determination that rested in her eyes. Demetria felt the fire behind her promise, and hoped for the same thing. Her hands had been on fire once Ivory branded her.The smug look on her face while she caused Demetria pain had reminded Demetria of what they were up against. She wondered if every time Ivory saw Demetria, she thought of Sabrina, and how her brother would never love her the way she wanted. Either way, Demetria planned to take them down.Cynthia stood up and offered Demetria a hand. The brands were still bright red, but the pain was gone. Demetria regretted ever considering that Cynthia had been evil.She'd done nothing but save Demetria on multiple occasions, she deserved more credit.Kerry reached forward and pulled Demetria into a hug. "You're okay?"She smiled at him, knowing his heart was in the right place by taking her to the field that morning. Being together and resting before the showdown had been a great plan. "I'm f
Kerry's wolf skimmed the surface, begging to be let free from his chains at the sight of them. The tension that formed in the air crawled over his skin. As if his wolf needed another reason to hate Jack, he eyed Demetria like he'd missed her.It sent anger up his spine and into his throat like fire. His wolf growled lowly, howling in the midst of him, making Kerry's body shake with a need to shift. Demetria reached over and grabbed Kerry's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.It wasn't just the siblings that had his wolf on edge, it was the hellhounds crouched and ready to fight beside them. Then the creature lurking in the back. His coat was so black that it nearly blended into the darkness around them. His ghoulish red eyes were vibrant and shifty. Kerry couldn't be sure, but he thought the creature smiled. He'd never seen anything like it before. He stood nearly eight feet tall, burly like a bear but cunning like a person. He looked plucked from Hell, right along with the hellhou
Demetria's senses kicked into overdrive.Everything, everyone, around her shifted in one second, the wolves transitioned into their wolf forms, while Cynthia and Demetria braced themselves for impact.Kerry's wolf landed before Demetria, blocking her from harm. She knew he meant well, but she needed to see to use her magic. The beast the evil twins brought with them roared, and it sent a shiver down Demetria's spine.She knew better than to radiate any fear because creatures like that fed off it. Though, while peering around Kerry's hulking wolf, she noticed several wolves attacking the beast in teams of three and four, tearing him down inch by inch.Ivory cowered down against the base of the tree where Kitty had been hiding. Ike had her trapped there because of her betrayal. Demetria wasn't sure if he would let her go or not, but she looked terrified that he knew the truth.Kitty, who was a very attractive alpha, was helping fight two hellhounds at once."We have to move," Demetria s