“They are going to do a tracking spell to find Hazel ,” she explained, and the way she sniffled suggested that she was trying to hold back tears. Damon opened his mouth to protest that he already knew where she was, but Tammy continued, “Scar wants to be sure that the foreign pack hasn’t moved her since you found their territory.” Damon pursed his lips and stifled a growl, wondering whether he might have missed his chance to rescue Hazel and the children abducted entirely. He fought the urge to charge into the library and demand for the witches to hurry up and get on with it so that he could go right back. When he finally couldn’t stand it any longer, he turned to Tammy and asked, “Are you going to be alright a minute if I go to my room for a couple of things?” He didn’t move until Tammy nodded, but the moment that she did, he turned and began to race up the stairs in the direction of his assigned room, relieved that although he had his own place on the other side of Silverda
“Stanley?” Hazel groaned, barely able to lift her head when she distantly heard voices. Having been hallucinating due to the lack of food and dehydration, she had no idea whether she was actually hearing anything at all. The heart palpations she had been experiencing for the last day or so were growing worse and her hands and feet were so numb that she could no longer even move her fingers or her toes. Yet she was holding on to hope, praying that the next time the basement door opened it would be Damon coming to rescue her. She strained her ears trying to listen beyond the door and to the floor above and when she did, she heard the words. “We’ve caught one of them.” Her heart instantly skipped a beat before continuing with its annoying, off-rhythm beating. Trying to wriggle just a few inches to move closer to the door, to be able to hear just a little better, she strained her ears as much as she could. A second voice sounded, “He wants to speak with you.” Hazel ’s skin began
He wasn’t sure whether his reckless plan with Shadow was a good one or not, but as he was shoved out of the room, Snarl realized it was too late to turn back. After having allowed himself to be caught on the foreign pack’s territory, he faced down against their alpha with no trouble at all. What came next, however, might prove to be twice as difficult. Struggling to remain calm as he was led out into a barren field at the edge of the estate, he tried to reach out with his mind, feeling for Hazel’s mind just as he had felt her when he realized she was somewhere around . Even as he was lashed to a post with wolfsbane-soaked rope, all he could think about was Hazel. Was she alright? Was she in as bad a state as she had been the last time he had seen her? Was she even conscious? Because he certainly couldn’t sense her right now as he faced off against the three werewolves who had been ordered to ‘test’ him. He didn’t like the thought of whatever it was they were about to do to him
Every space of skin that touched Scar was on fire and the more Damon refused to pull away, the stronger the heat that spread between her grew. She drew in a ragged breath and bit her lip in the darkness, daring to feather her fingertips across his stomach, feeling the smooth, rippled skin. His muscles tensed and she hoped with everything she had that he was just as affected as she was—this pull, this bond was maddening. “Careful,” he growled, an arm snaking around her neck as his strong hands gripped the base of her skull and his fingers threaded in her hair. Scar closed her eyes against the sensation of it. “I am a man known for his control, but this—this is getting dangerous, anasa mou.” Those affectionate words were her undoing. She knew with every fiber of her being that they were meant for her—for only her. Just like this magnificent creature beside her. By some twist of fate, Damon Hunt was meant just for her. She was molten to the core at the thought of it. Of its own
Scar was pretty sure it was a few hours later, judging by the window showing night outside, when she was roused from a state of semi-consciousness by the sound of muffled voices yelling above her . It was hard to make out words through the walls surrounding her, but she could recognize the voices as belonging to Shadow and Damon. She got up and climbed the stairs, pressing her ear to the locked door. “Damon , the only thing you’re accomplishing is making her love you!” “Maybe that’s true,” Damon said. “Maybe she’ll love you now, but she’ll destroy us later, when she learns the truth .” “What truth is that? That you’re always right? That the clan will never accept the marriage ?” “That she owes this pack her loyalty, and that she warming your bed every night is an abomination !” “Shadow , this is cruel!” “Any crueler than what Eve did to us? Disappearing for weeks and then turning up to ruin our clan ?” “Yes! It is crueler than that! But she got what she deserves ; she’s d
Waiting sucked. That’s all there was to it. She was glad that there was a plan in place to get Hazel out of there, but she couldn’t stand that there was nothing she could do to contribute to it. Down there she was completely cut off, with no way of knowing how things were going. She didn’t know if the plan had been put into motion yet, or how far along it might be, or if anything was going wrong. And of course, as she had pointed out, there was no end to things that could go wrong. Hell, she wouldn’t know anything until that door opened and Damon came in to whisk me away, by which point the plan would already have been completed. Or until someone else came in, like Alan or Shadow . At which point she could probably assume it had all gone to hell in a hand basket. She ended up spending several long hours doing nothing but nervously pacing. All the things she didn’t know were driving her out of my mind. Had Shadow already forced Damon to “neglect ” her? Were the Lauchair's on the w
"Oh, hey Alan,” Scar casually said immediately they came out “Getting cold feets?” Alan asked me. “That’s okay, isn’t it?” She cautiously asked, getting the suspicion he wasn’t as keen as everyone else on her staying here. “Of course,” he said, not sounding like he completely meant it. As he looked het over, his eyes seemed to zero on her shoulder. “How’d you letting him live , he is alone right now Scar , we can end all of this ?” She looked over her shoulder again. “Bad fight, Damon is not where you think he is and dad is trying to stop me from saving him because he sent wolves after him ” she said, trying not to remember the fight that happened between her father and Alan. " how did you know and how did father know." “I’d prefer not to talk about it.” “I’m sure you wouldn’t,” he said. He seemed to study her for a moment more, while she met his gaze. She started to grow very nervous, convinced that at any moment he was going to say or do something more that she wouldn’t
Scar threw her arm around his neck and kissed him deeply. She bent and started kissing all over his chest. She moved up and down and forward and backward and side to side, not missing an inch of his flesh. He ran his fingers through her hair, caressing her scalp, and rubbing his other hand over her back. She started to move lower, coming down to his already stiff cock, grasping it in one hand and cradling his balls with the other as her mouth wrapped hungrily around the head. She made slow, languid bobbing motions with her head, lifting her eyes to watch his expression as she did. She also kept humming softly around the stiff thing filling her mouth. “Mmm… mmm… mmm…” He continued to stroke her hair, and then rolled his head back, grunting in appreciation. Scar continued blowing him, enjoying the feel of his cock in her mouth, for as long as her pussy could stand to remain empty,. which that morning was not all that long. Pretty soon her cunt was dripping with anticipation, hungry