‘Stop it’, Jane’s wolf begged. ‘We'll figure out any other way out of here.’Jane wanted to believe that, but she also knew that her strength without her wolf was nonexistent. Tristan's light eyes shifted toward Jane, and a sly smile curled at his mouth."Are we finally coming around, Jane?" he asked, plucking a strawberry from the tray and offering it to her.‘Bite his finger’, her wolf insisted.Jane nibbled at the end and took a dainty bite, even though she was truly hungry and wanted to devour the chicken on the plate underneath that tin pan. She knew exactly what was on it, without looking. Her senses were growing stronger because of Amaris."Yum," she said half-heartedly.Tristan grabbed another one and dipped it into a white dip to the side. Jane held in her gag and snagged it from him and took a bite. "I'd really like some chicken. Can you get it for me? My wolf is hungry. These chains are making her relentless."Tristan pulled the plate of food out from underneath the tin to
Jaxton shoved Alex toward the staircase, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, guiding him down each step. His wolf became so irate that Alex couldn't focus on his own thoughts. When he gave his dad the signal to proceed into the kingdom, he could hardly hear his father's reply. Everything blurred red. The entitlement this family held boiled his blood into lava. The sheer lack of respect for the goddess that blessed them with a mate.It all rolled over his skin like nails. Not to mention the fact his own roommate and Jane’s friend knew everything. They had been in on it all along. Which made sense to why Cat wanted Jane to attend that party, and the hunt. To capture her.Alex wolf sensed Jane’s and became more frustrated that he couldn't save her, wreaking havoc inside of him, building a fury that he could hardly control without shifting."Stop it," he mumbled, shaking his head to calm himself."Keep going," Jaxton said, pushing him off the last step. Jaxton led him into what
‘Look how scared he is’, Jane’s wolf laughed. ‘I can feel it.’Jane could feel it, too. Even through the hatred of his evil red glare, she felt the fear leaking into the air like a pierced balloon. His lycan was larger than the others, but not near as big as hers.His claws protruded from his hands, his posture hulking as she paced back and forth, stalking him around the parlor. All the crap he'd pulled her into over the course of her first semester swirled in her head. The audacity and entitlement he held for himself.He tried to take her mark from her, tried to take her mate from her, without any care that he'd ruin her life. Ruin what was meant to happen... all for some army he wanted to build?Well, the joke was on him because she planned to tear down every lycan in this place until he had no army, no kingdom, and no chance of concocting another evil plan.The other wolves had left the parlor; she sensed they were alone, and it felt good knowing they trusted her enough to take dow
Alex left Jane so she could speak to her father. They had tons to talk about, considering they hadn't spoken since Jane found out about her bloodline. Alex found his way out of the castle into the aftermath of the chaos outside. Most of his father's pack were dealing with the wounded and resting amongst the havoc of the kingdom. Alex’s dad stood in the midst of a group of wolves, directing them on where to check for any injured pack members."Dad," Alex said, stopping beside him.He turned to face Alex, placing his palms on Alex’s shoulders, he stared at him. "Are you okay? You're in one piece. That's good. Where is Jane?" he asked, glancing around the courtyard.He jammed his thumb over his shoulder. "Upstairs with her dad. They have some stuff to talk about. Is everyone accounted for down here?""Mostly, yes. Besides some lycans that made a run for it."Alex looked at the wooded area surrounding them. "Yeah, Jaxton, my roommate, was one of them. Do you think he'll come back and g
Jane soared in-between trees, over brush and stumps, into the night with the moon as her guide. Aunt Demetria refused to ride home with Kerry in his truck, so Dan was forced to take her home before going to the pack house.Jane was glad. She didn't want to ride in a vehicle with them for over an hour with so much tension. She wanted to run-her wolf wanted to run-with Alex. Though Kerry tagged along behind them, he didn't complain about taking the long way back to the truck. Not that she would have cared if he had.It'd been a long few weeks, and Jane felt her wolf deserved it. After her talk with her father, her body felt tired. He'd lied to her for so long. How had she never noticed anything weird-or out of the ordinary- about her father? She felt foolish. And for him to keep so much bottled up he was grumpy…no wonderShe wanted to forgive him, and she would, but she needed time. She had a freaking lycan-werewolf locked inside of her for years, and he kept her from seeing her true s
Alex parked in the parking lot adjacent to the football field, and jogged toward practice. The chilly morning breeze brought in the fall weather that he loved. He ran hot being a werewolf, and he enjoyed any extra chill whenever he could get it.Most of the football players were in the midst of changing when Alex walked inside. Tibbs stood amongst his group of friends without a second glance at Alex. Which was fine with him. He was glad Demetria was able to swipe his memory, and get him back on the team. Cash on the other hand was still at the pack house. Alex’s father was working with him on controlling his wolf. Lycans were moreunpredictable, and could be more blood crazed than an average wolf. They wanted to be safe before letting him loose around campus.Delia on the other hand was the easiest to let go. She wasn't a threat without a team of lycans behind her, and frankly, they used her to get information from the beginning. Tristan was gone, and Delia was deflated when she foun
"That blasted mockingbird," Demetria groaned into her pillow.She hadn't been asleep long when the devil bird decided to land in the tree outside her window for her morning serenade. Sleep had escaped her for the past week, and she was in desperate need of a straight eight hours. It'd been torture needing the shuteye, but not being able to force herself to do it.After the last several weeks, she deserved some damn sleep. Deep down she knew why she couldn't shut her eyes for long... because he wasn't there. Kerry Donovan. Her hottie werewolf mate. The one that she knew could put her to sleep.Groaning, she kicked her legs wildly in her bed, scaring her Siamese cat off the edge.Why had the gods been so cruel? She was kind. She'd been a good witch. What mirror had she broken in a past life? Her body ached to be with Kerry, every fiber of her being wanted it, needed it, but she knew better. Especially since she'd had that hovering feeling of someone watching her. The invisible eyes that
Kerry slipped into a t-shirt, and zipped up his jeans. His irritation grew with each passing second. If he could punch his wolf without punching himself, he would have done it days ago.His wolf had begged, howled, and pleaded for Kerry to go check on her. Every. Single. Morning. It'd been like that since they'd made it back from the lycan battle. His wolf would do anything but ask nicely apparently."It's five o clock in the morning," he snapped.‘Go check on mate’, his wolf growled.All he cared about was getting to Demetria. It was annoying as hell.Yes, she was beautiful, funny and witty. However, she'd pushed him away. Kerry wasn't one to grovel, but apparently, his wolf didn't care about any of that.Kerry knew it wasn't a good idea. He needed to forget her, but he also knew it wasn't possible. Not after he'd tasted her, touched her, and been so close to claiming her before she slipped through his fingers. He'd never be able to shake the smell of her skin.There was no possible