“The point of this conversation was to decide my brother’s fate. Correct?” Damien mutters. “Well that has been decided. So are we done?” “Yes.” Eric retorts “Good. If you will excuse me. I have things to do.” Damien walks around the table and picks up my crutches. Holding them out to me, he doesn
Dane “You said….” “I know Dane. I know exactly what I said.” Damien snaps back at me. A deep frown etched into his face. “He has never wanted to shift back. I didn’t think it was even possible. Do you know how hard it was for me?” “What do you mean?” Raven asks “I told you that it wasn’t easy. T
“No!” Jenson snaps. “She wouldn’t do something like that. She wouldn’t put her own life in danger! She just turned sixteen.” “Maybe, maybe not. She was probably lured into freeing him.” Damien shrugs his shoulders “Is this where you tell us that he has some sort of ability to attract people?” I as
Raven “You don’t get to fucking tell me how I should feel.” I jab a crutch in Damien’s direction. “Raven, I don’t do that anymore. I haven’t done it for a long time.” “And what if a deer isn’t good enough for you? What if whatever we hunt on a pack run isn’t good enough? Will you disappear into
“I know.” He nibbles on my ear lobe again and lifts me off the ground with one arm, draping me over his shoulder while bending to grab my crutches. Damien quickly scales the stairs, taking two at a time. His hand wrapped around my ass as the tips of his fingers remain against my throbbing pussy.
Neah “Where did he take her?” I demand as I step out through the back door into the pitch black of night. I had no idea what time it was, but the adrenaline was pumping through me anyway. Several guards move closer, yet keep their attention on the surrounding area. “I don’t know.” Dane mutters bac
“What do you need?” Damien and Dane ask in unison. Raven starts making a list as I watch Mallory drift into unconsciousness. “Hurry. But be careful, we don't know where Salem is.” She mutters as the men disappear out the back door. Raven works to clean Mallory’s stomach, prepping it for whatever
Dane “Neah?” She falls into silence. Staring back at me with her mouth partly open. “Can we please find Jess and Jenson. I know she is dead. I just… I need to say goodbye.” “You’re deflecting.” I mutter. “I just need to deal with one thing at a time.” She mumbles with a frown. “Please?” she adds