Fenrir was even more breathtaking up close than he had been in the images Hades had sent me. Goldencurls framed a face that could have been chiseled out of alabaster by the god of fine arts. His nose was perfectly straight, his cheekbones high, and he had full lips that I imagined women swooned over.The most startling thing about Fenrir’s appearance were his eyes. Up close, they weren’t just turquoise, but a deep indigo around the edges, lit by white striations that flashed like lightning. I had to blink a few times to check that I’d seen them right. Flecks of gold added a touch of color, but the entire effect made me wonder if he had swallowed the sky.It was like looking into the face of an angel. An angel possessed by the biggest, most ferocious wolf and then elevated into a god. Beneath his external beauty was a menace that made him unbearable to withstand… largely because I was plotting against him and whatever he planned to do with all those souls.“Rocco missed our appointmen
Part of me wanted to ask about the arrangement, but now wasn’t the time. Besides, I still couldn’t understand how Griff had transformed from a battered and abused young wolf to a creature who could prey upon his own mate.He rose from his seat and gestured toward the door, prompting me to also get up. With his hand on the small of my back, we walked through the busy restaurant. Eyes followed us as we passed, and a few people raised their hands to offer Griff a wave. He nodded back, acknowledging their greetings, as though he was Fenrir himself.The old me would have felt proud to walk at the side of a handsome and powerful wolf. My chest would have swelled, my shoulders would have pulled all the way back, and I would have raised my chin. Now, all notions of status had abandoned me, replaced by the questions squirming through my mind.As we stepped out into the busy village square, I asked. “Did you ever find your father?”Griff fell silent for several heartbeats as we crosse
The dark-skinned enforcer who had visited Coyote Willy and warned Griff to control himself scowled through the glass. Behind him stood a small crowd of onlookers.“Shit.” Griff drew back to the driver’s seat, his gaze dropping to my breasts. “Another time.”I leaned forward, breathing hard and sending the crowd of busybodies a silent word of thanks for the interruption. There was no telling what I would have allowed Griff to do if we had continued that heated kiss.As he pulled out of the street and made a three-point- turn, memories of previous kisses plagued my mind. It had always been me struggling to control myself and him gazing down at me with smug satisfaction.Beki snapped her teeth.“You’re right,” I said into our bond. “There’s no point in dwelling on the past.” I hated comparing how he acted now to how he had been with me, but stopping myself from doing so was impossible. How could I not see the differences when I had committed his slow, seductive treachery to memory?Whe
I gulped, hoping he wasn’t referring to some kind of tongue binding to prevent me from having the information extracted from my tortured soul. “What do you mean?”“It’s just a little initiation ceremony,” he said. “Nothing freaky.”“Of course,” I murmured. “But where do all the souls go?”The air thickened with tension, which cracked against my skin. Griff was too close, too warm, too touchy-feely. The man was getting under my defenses like tiny wisps of poison, and each second in his presence eroded the force of my hatred.His intoxicating scent invaded my sinuses, making every muscle in my body want to melt against his broad chest. My tongue darted out to lick my dry lips, and without meaning to, my gaze dropped to his mouth. Everything about the man was as sinful as it was sensual. My spirits rose, and I felt myself drifting toward his lips.Griff leaned in, aiming for a kiss. On instinct, I jerked back.Beki’s sharp bark hit like a whip, making me flinch. She was right. I was letti
I didn’t have the heart to put Glinda in the kennel with the other Hellhounds. Not when she was stillshaken by her experience with Tansy. Instead, I took her to the enclosure and shifted into a wolf, so we could spend the night together on the grass.Glinda remained in her solid form, a warm bundle of fur, and let me rest my head on her shoulder. Even though she was still young, she was at least three-times our size, but as comfortable as it was to lie with her, I couldn’t sleep.If they decided to put her down for attacking Tansy…I squeezed my eyes shut and panted. Beki was fast asleep. She trusted me to work something out, but my mind came out blank.The breeze rustled in the distant trees, bringing with them the faint scent of juniper. It was warm and calming and rhythmic, lulling me into a deep sense of relaxation. It didn’t matter what the others thought tomorrow. I would protect this special Hellhound with my life. I rested against Glinda’s side, my eyes growing heavy, and dri
“Never mind him,” said her friend, the brunette who had pulled Larissa’s hair. “If he didn’t want to come and see you off, then he’s an even shittier wolf than he was a lover.”Fenrir reached for the blonde, and pulled her soul from her body, revealing a much older woman and a shaggy- looking Tundra wolf who was more gray than white.“I’d like to go just as a wolf,” I blurted.“Are you sure about this?” Griff asked. “This might be a great opportunity for you and her to connect as separate entities.”Fenrir continued extracting souls from the pack members, leaving a trail of unmoving bodies. I was too concerned with being caught to check whether or not they were breathing.“I want us both to experience the smells and sights of Midgard together.”“Great idea.” The woman who had pulled Larissa’s hair also shifted into an Iberian wolf with white cheeks, a reddish snout, and a thick, shaggy coat, making me feel like my suggestion hadn’t been so outlandish.When Fenrir extracted her, she ca
I gave the man two sharp barks, and he glanced up, meeting us with eyes exactly as bright as the wolf’s.“Hello?” he said with a curious smile.His hair ran in gentle, honey-colored waves down his homespun tunic, and his beard was bushy and long. But I would recognize that face anywhere.My throat tightened, and the backs of my eyes stung with tears. It really was him.The first thing I did was close the door shut with my nose, encasing us both in what was now a darkened hut, lit only by the stove. When I turned around, Dad’s friendly features morphed into a frown. He probably thought I was some kind of freak.“What is the meaning of this?” he asked, sounding stern. It was the voice he’d used whenever he was about to give me a reprimand, but to my ears, it sounded like home.I shifted and remained on the floor, my features obscured by a curtain of honey-blonde hair, confident that Healer Iaso’s amendments hadn’t gone soul-deep, and he stepped back.“Who are you?” he whispered.I raised m
My stomach flip-flopped. My eyes locked with Dad’s. Dread tumbled through my insides likean avalanche of shit. Shit, shit shit! How the bloody hell had Griff tracked me down to this hut when he’d been surrounded by so many well-wishers?Dad raised his brow. It was his are-you-going-to-do- the-right-thing expression.I gave my head a vigorous shake and cupped my hands around his ear. “Please, don’t tell him,” I whispered in my quietest voice. “Just say she chased your wolf here and wouldn’t leave.”“Cathy,” he whispered, sounding disappointed.“Dad, please.” Dad had taught me never to whine, but today, I couldn’t help myself.If Griff discovered that I was his murderer, that I’d been stringing him along this entire time, that I had actually been working for Hades, he wouldn’t hold back. Then I’d face the wrath of two vengeful gods.Griff knocked on the door again. “Alpha Aibek.” Dad gave me a sharp nod.I tore off his tunic, shoved it into his hands, and rushed to the other side of his