There was a lot of shit happening in his territory.But there he was, getting ready to go jogging with a half-blood.Jackson opened up his senses and scanned as far as he could reach. He’d sensed the Circle in the area when they’d been having breakfast, but they’d left as he had ordered. They wouldn’t have gone too far, though. They'd probably only gone back to the city. Those three were the most arrogant people he had ever met, so they wouldn’t take kindly to being reminded that he was more powerful than them, and they still meant nothing to him. They would try to find a way to bring him down a peg or two, despite having come to ask for forgiveness.He would need to find Diedre to find out how they had done the wards. He was relying on the fact that they wanted him to provide heirs, but he didn't know who was behind the attacks. Letting them anywhere near his protective magic was a significant risk. Black magic wasn’t Diedre’s thing, but she could handle herself against it if she h
No.No, this couldn’t be happening again.With all the shit that had happened on her walk with Diedre, she had pushed this to the side. But there it was—the big red wolf. The mother that her sick mind had created. The one that used to speak to her all the time.Layla hugged the water bottle to her chest without taking her eyes off the wolf. It was still as magnificent as she remembered. The silkiest fur she’d ever seen, the greenest eyes. Her mother’s hair and eyes. Her hair and eyes.No wolves in the world were that big or red—she had researched this thoroughly when she was younger. Anything bigger was only pure fiction—werewolves and monsters, shit like that. It was why her dad and counsellor had known immediately that it wasn't real.The only thing that would make the whole messed up situation worse was if the imaginary wolf spoke to her again.‘Hello, Layla.’Shit.No. No, she would not break down now. She’d woken up fine for the first time in days. She’d just had the most exhila
What the hell was going on?A red werewolf? Those were a myth. A tale told their pups to make them behave. Untrackable. Unkillable. They were like fucking ghosts. They could kill you before you knew they were there because they could hide their scents whenever they wanted to. This one had alerted him of its presence on purpose. Why, though? The only wolf that was a danger to a red wolf was him. He would have gutted it if Layla hadn’t been there. Or maybe it had only approached because Layla had been there.Jackson tried to sense the red wolf’s location one last time before he turned around and looked at Layla while she devoured her meal. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched the contentment on her face as if they hadn’t just seen a giant red wolf in the woods.Either Diedre’s potion was working a little too well or... or the woman was just batshit crazy.He’d pushed Cain back as far as he could and struggled to keep him there. Cain wanted to go hunting. His skin was itching
Layla closed her eyes and waited for that horrible sound of the lock turning. She was going to lose her mind stuck in the bedroom alone. When Jackson had been close to her, at least she had put all her focus on him. But now, all she had were her thoughts. Again.She had been feeling fine before, but she could still feel those cracks starting to form. If anything else happened, she was going to break. She waited for that sound, but it didn’t come.Instead, Jackson said, “What are you doing up here?” as he closed the door. She opened her eyes and strained to listen. Who was it? Had someone come to hurt her again? She muted the volume on the television and stood, waiting to see if they would come into the room. When they didn’t, she quietly made her way to the door. She could hear their muffled voices behind the thick wooden door. Without daring to breathe, she placed her ear against the wood to make the voices clearer. They were still faint, but she thought she heard Jackson’s crue
Jackson stood by the windows in his office, looking out at the training grounds. A few trainees had started to arrive, but it was far from the number that should have been there.‘They’ve neutered you,’ Cain snarled. ‘They disrespected you, and you let them walk away unscathed. How far are you going to bend over for them?’“Stop it,” he growled.‘You’re not their King. You’re their bitch,’ Cain snarled again. ‘You want to leave our child to a group of people who have no respect for you. The kid will be better off with Layla.’Jackson picked up a paperweight and threw it across the room with so much force it wedged into the wall. It was one thing to have to suffer through all of this shit with his pack, but having that annoying, insistent voice in his head drove him crazy.‘Let me out, Jackson. Let me hunt that wolf. Let me hunt all the people who’ve already hurt my mate. She will never be safe.’“I have time. I’ll make sure she is,” he growled again before pulling the chair out of his
Holy...What the...She had never seen anything like the monsters in front of her. This was not her mind playing tricks on her. She could hear the snarls. She could smell the matted wolf. It smelled like something dead that should have been buried long ago.But the other thing, the one with the red eyes...It was the thing she had seen the night of the storm. It had jumped over her the same way.That couldn’t be real, but her mind told her it was. She’d thought the red wolf was huge, but this thing was humongous! Its teeth were razor-sharp and could easily chomp off half her body without trying. In the reduced lighting in the woods, its dark grey fur looked as silky as the red wolf’s. And while she had never felt afraid of the red wolf, she was terrified of this one.At least she knew she was supposed to be terrified. She felt nothing as she watched the wolves tumble and fight each other.And then a head rolled right to her feet.She stifled a scream as she looked at the matted wolf’
Jackson stood outside his bedroom and made sure Layla was asleep when he locked the door.His fists clenched as he marched down the hallway and the stairs. Two wolves. How did two wolves go past the wards that the supposedly strongest Circle members had erected? How did they both end up so close to Layla?He pushed the door to the conference room so hard it slammed against the wall. Dylan, Micah, Jon and a few other warriors were quietly arguing among themselves, but they stopped when he walked in. “Tell me how the fuck this happened,” he growled.“We checked the walls along that boundary when we looked for the red wolf,” Dylan said. “There was nothing.”“The men are still out there patrolling. There are still no signs,” Micah added. “All of this started happening when the human arrived. Maybe we should question her,” Jon said.He looked at his Gamma and felt his face tighten. After almost losing Layla, he did not need this shit. A growl from deep within him had all the people in th
Jax pulled the ring from his sock drawer and looked back at Layla’s sleeping form.He’d broken her. He knew that. And yet he couldn’t reassure her about anything she had seen because they would kill her the moment she gave birth. He sighed and walked over to the bed. She hadn’t undressed, so he could still smell a hint of the rogue’s blood on her clothes. The witch would pay for doing this to her. He would find her, one way or another, before he died. Even if he had to give himself over to the Circle and their dark magic. He gently took her warm hand, and the contact sent a jolt through him stronger than anything. It had been days since he had been with his mate the way he wanted, and Cain was still content to wait for her to be ready. But for how long? Lust and need constantly flowed between them; he wasn’t sure how long he could hold it at bay. He slipped the ring on her engagement finger and let her hand go. Layla didn’t even stir. He hadn’t tired her much with the run, so he