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For his part, Lenox doesn’t seem fazed by my awkwardness. He calmly stirs his tea, and when a cloud passes overhead, he tugs the brim of his hat down. He took the seat with the sun in his eyes.“I like your hat,” I say. Oh, lord. That sounded so loud and random. A blush creeps up my neck, across my face, to the tip of my ears.“Yeah? Thanks.” He smiles. He has a nice smile. Good, even teeth. That’s not a given with shifters from Salt Mountain. They don’t do as well on the shifter circuit as our males do, and they aren’t into human business like Moon Lake.Lenox takes the hat and reaches across the table to set it on my head. “Looks better on you.”“Yeah?” I tilt it to a jaunty angle even though it’s unsettling to have something touching me that was just on his head. “You think it suits me?”“Anything would suit you.” For a second, he leans in, and without meaning to, I jerk back, pressing my spine into the wrought iron chair.He smiles wryly and shifts back in his chair. “You’re jumpy
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His grip slides to my wrists, clamping down until the bones grind, and he spins me so my arms are crossed over my chest, and I’m caught, and I can’t breathe. The cobblestones rattle. Tires squeal. A white van screeches to a halt in front of us. The sliding door flies open.I kick and lose my footing. I’m dangling forward like a ragdoll, trapped by my own crossed arms. My wolf springs awake, but she’s disoriented, slow in stumbling to her feet. I scream as I’m thrown with full force into the van, my shoulder slamming into the metal interior wall, inertia sending my body airborne as the van speeds forward. My head slams into the rear doors, and everything goes black.When I wake up, I’m being hoisted out of the dark van into the bright daylight, rough hands seizing my arms and legs. A piercing pain spears my temples.I squeeze my eyes shut and go limp. My wolf is awake, too, but she’s cowering in a corner, fur damp with fear sweat. My heart bangs so loud it’s almost impossible to think
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“Drink,” Lenox repeats in a sterner voice. It’s hard to believe that he ever looked harmless. It’s like he turned himself off, and his gray eyes are a one-way mirror, and whatever’s behind them isn’t really shifter at all.I clamp my lips tight together.“Miller. Jones. Hold her,” Lenox says. The men move so quickly, my terror-numbed brain doesn’t have time to react. They seize my arms and legs.“Open her mouth.” Smith tucks his taser under his armpit, kneels in front of me, digs his nails into my cheeks, and cracks my jaw open. His fingers taste like tobacco.“Tilt her head back,” Lenox orders.Smith forces my neck to bend backwards until my spine screams. Inside, my wolf shakes and whines.The sound escapes my throat, and Smith sneers. “That’s right. Open up and drink. If you spit it out, I’m going to stick my cock in after to keep it down.” He nods at Lenox.Lenox pours the contents of the cup down my throat. I gag, but before I can spew it up, Smith shoves my jaw shut and holds my
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I don’t know. It’s a torrent flowing into and out of my chest, the kind of flood that sweeps away river banks and turns houses into matchsticks. How do I call him? I’m so small in the face of it.I reach out, tentative, trying to summon up the genetic wisdom to do this thing, but no instinctual understanding appears. So I say in my mind—Darragh.The bond roars, but other than that—nothing.I teeter on my toes, the collar cutting into my neck. This time I don’t mean to, the name forms itself.Darragh.My fear swells, tears burning my eyes, and I know that I’m calling into the void, that I’m alone, and no one is coming, but I can’t stop crying in silence.Darragh.I don’t want to die.Eventually, I’m too tired to call anymore. I go limp in my chains, my head lolling forward. I can’t keep my neck straight. There’s nothing left in me. He’s not there. He’s not coming.Lenox’s gaze rakes my face, and the corner of his lip rises. “Begin phase three,” he says.He reaches up and loosens the c
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When Darragh reaches Miller and Jones, he roars, and his claws slice through the thick black vests, through the skin and muscle, their screams cut off abruptly as their throats are ripped from their necks. Their bodies crumple to the ground.I bow my back, throwing my weight against the chains.Darragh’s eyes find mine again. I feel them.“Now,” Lenox says from a distance.A quick succession of snicks erupts from the surrounding woods. Darragh throws his arms wide to block my body from whatever is coming. In slow motion, between one step and the next, he falters. The black of his pupils explode, obliterating all but the thinnest sliver of gold.“Mari,” he mouths as he sways, and then with a terrible thud, he slams face first into the ground like a felled oak. Ten darts with red feathers stick out of his back. He lies there motionless except for the rise and fall of his breath.Smith comes to loom over him, and with an air gun that came from nowhere, rapidly empties another several dar
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Something felt wrong, but I ignored it, because ever since Darragh mated me, everything has felt wrong.He opens his mouth, and I swear he’s about to say “okay” again, but he sees my face and catches himself. After a few moments, he clears his throat and says, “I’m going to try something again. Don’t be scared.”Is he nuts? I’m already scared.He seems to be waiting for a response, some kind of reassurance, so I nod. I need to get a grip.He draws in a deep breath, and then, with a grunt and a throaty growl, he heaves at his restraints. His eyes are screwed shut, his face and pecs flushing as his neck veins pop, his biceps and thick thighs bulging as he bares his gritted teeth. His fangs have receded, but not all the way. The tips of his canines are still sharp.Something swirls low in my belly, like fear, but not fear. I swallow a whimper. I’m not sure if it came from me or my wolf.He’s the strongest male I’ve ever seen up close. Killian is known as the best fighter in the five pack
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“I don’t want what happened between us in my head,” I say quietly, head bent. “That was the worst night of my life.”“I— If I’d been awake, it never would have happened.”“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about earlier. In the cabin.”For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. The blood drains from his face. His eyes go black. His hands curl into fists.I figure he’ll stop talking now. Males don’t acknowledge criticism. Not in Quarry Pack.I lower myself to my knees, tucking my tailbone to hide my pussy as best I can and wrapping an arm across my breasts. I rest my bare butt on my feet, careful so it doesn’t graze the floor. The box isn’t dirty exactly, but it’s a used cargo container. There’s a grime to the cold metal.When he speaks, his voice is hard, but underneath, there’s a note that pierces my skin, punctures my heart. “I hurt you,” he says. “I tried not to, but I did anyway. I’ve gone over it a thousand times in my head—what I should have done.”“What should you have done?”
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He nods.“Um.” What is the next logical thing to say? “Who do you like to read?”He looks surprised, like he’s said what he meant to say, and he wasn’t expecting a follow up. After a few seconds of blank-eyed blinking, he says, “Jack London. Robert Louis Stevenson. Uh. Jules Verne. Alexandre Dumas.”Except for Jack London, who they made us read at Moon Lake school, I’ve never heard of these guys.I have no idea why we’re talking about books, but it’s something to think about besides our ugly past and being poisoned and panic attacks, so I grab on with both hands. “What did he write?”“Who? Dumas?”“Sure.”“Uh. The Three Musketeers. The Count of Monte Cristo. The Man in the Iron Mask.”“What’s it about?”“The Man in the Iron Mask?”“Yeah.” I don’t care. I can just breathe better when he’s talking. His voice is nice. Deep and gruff and rumbly and not scared.“A man. In, uh, an iron mask. He’s in a prison. He’s the king’s twin. Louis the Fourteenth. But in real life, he was a valet. Mayb
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The humans know about shifters, of course, but there’s no need to draw more attention to us than we already do, as strangers in such a small town. Folks already gawk as Annie leads us to the village commons even though the streets are busy. It’s market day.As soon as we reach the grassy expanse filled with tables and tents, Alroy and Diantha peel off, heading in opposite directions. Griff seems torn, but when he sees that Diantha is making a beeline for a booth with racks of female clothing, he hurries to follow Alroy.Annie leads us down the makeshift walkways, smiling when she’s greeted by name. My mate is still shy, but there’s no trace of fear in her scent. I breathe her happiness and excitement in, letting it flush my lungs clean of the oily town air.She sees her friends before I do and lets go of my hand to run toward them.My mate. My Annie. Running with a smile lighting her face.This is a good, good day.Two females rush around their table, the third making her way more slo
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JUSTUSMy perfect, beautiful mate does not like surprises, so she knows exactly where we’re going as we trot through the woods that run along the human highway. At first, I was sad that I couldn’t spring this visit on her, but I love watching her wolf get more and more excited the closer we get to Chapel Bell. Her short little legs are moving so fast, I almost don’t have to slow my pace.Alroy, Griff, and Diantha don’t have my patience, so they’re several yards ahead of us. Poor Griff has to be the buffer between them, and he keeps getting caught in the crossfire when their wolves decide to break the monotony by sniping at each other.I was worried that Annie would be too nervous to venture this far from camp, but she gets more confident every day. I’m pretty sure that’s because when we were out for a walk two months ago, she saw me take out two ferals that were encroaching on our territory to the north, so even though Killian and I pretty much fought to a draw, she knows I can handle
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He bares his fangs, yanks the needle from his neck, and blinks at it, bemused.“Did you stab me with a fucking knitting needle?” He holds it up. Blood oozes from the wound, dripping down his bare chest. I didn’t even hit an artery.Justus snarls, squaring his shoulders and bending his knees, readying himself to attack. Every inch of his body is covered in mud and blood, gashes and purpling bruises. White bone shows through a jagged slash on his forearm.A male coughs, clearing his throat. “Can we just take a beat?” Killian raises his hands, raw flesh where his nails should be.I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he’s as battered as Justus, and he seems to be favoring his left leg, like his right can’t hold weight. Our males spar constantly. I’ve seen all of them beat up at some point, but I’ve never seen any of them mangled this bad. I can’t believe either he or Justus are still upright.“That bitch stabbed me.” Leith points at me with the knitting needle.Justus howls and steps
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My wolf skids to a halt several feet away and then slinks forward, keeping the fire between her and the Salt Mountain wolf, letting the smoke block her scent. When she’s too close to dare creep closer, she huddles close to the ground, staring up and up at his tremendous mud-caked haunches. She’s a miniature in comparison. All the females are, and we all stare, powerless, as the wolf’s bones crack and a strapping man rises from the hulk of his beast.His blond hair shines through the dirt. I’ve seen him. Leith Munroe. The new Salt Mountain alpha.He rests his hands on his hips as if there isn’t chaos all around him as his wolves play a game of distraction, breaking after our slower, smaller, or older males and mauling them until our strong males are forced to turn back, away from us, to rescue them.Leith takes no notice of our wolves, even when they get close, or me, skulking behind the fire. Why would he? I’m no threat—skinny and small and stinking of fear.Instead, he’s intent on so
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ANNIERun! Run! Run!I squat as low as I can in the wildflowers and tear off my clothes.A few yards away, Killian and Justus are murdering each other. Tye, Ivo, and the rest are just watching, and no matter how much I scream, no matter what I say, their wolves don’t listen.And the Salt Mountain wolves are up to something. They’re edging away from the fight toward the trail to camp. Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either don’t notice or don’t care.I have to get to Khalil, and my wolf is faster.Run into the woods! The woods!I huddle in the tall grass and summon my wolf. For the first time in my life, she’s ahead of me, bursting through our skin before I’m ready, assuming form like she’s surfacing from water rather than tearing herself free from bone and muscle.She runs away from the woods, toward the trail. The Salt Mountain wolves have gotten ahead of her, so she hangs back, keeping low and downwind.Turn around! Now!What are they doing? They can’t think to attack La
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“Lavender is light green this time of year. It doesn’t bloom until June or July.”“What are you going to do with it now then?”“Make a sachet. The scent mostly comes from the oils in its leaves.”“Make a sachet for who?”I wade through the tall grass to stand close to her and inhale her sweet rainy scent.“For the den,” she says, glancing bashfully up at me from under her thick brown lashes. She’s wearing my old sweater and another pair of my drawstring pants. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. She’s excited, too.Maybe we should cut this trip short and head back to the den.Or take a detour into the woods.She probably wouldn’t do that, but I think she’d agree to return to camp. I draw in another deep breath. Her arousal teases my nose.My wolf snarls.Annie startles.It takes my brain three seconds too long to catch up.Underlying the rain and slick, there is another scent. Earthy, yes, but not the right earth. It doesn’t belong. I’ve smelled it before. A long time ago.I
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My grip on the pot handle tightens. Water sloshes over the sides. My jaw clenches, my guts knot, and my dry eyes burn.I can’t do this.I have to.“Justus?” Annie appears in the den entrance. She’s wrapped herself in a light pink sheet, and she’s holding a cup. “You brought water.” She smiles, padding toward me on bare feet.And then she stops. Her smile falls aways.She blinks in the sunshine, the bleariness of sleep disappearing as she takes in my grim face and desperate hold on the pot. If I had dignity, I’d find a way to smile back. Say good morning. Act like everything is fine.Her chest falls as she lets out a long, silent breath. She looks me straight in the eye. Her fear and doubt are clear as day.She’s going to ask me to take her home now.She takes a step closer to me, and then another, until we’re toe to toe. She gazes up at me, and for a second, all I can see is her beauty—her graceful neck, her delicate pointy chin, her soft, curving lips—and then I notice the expression
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“Trust me,” he shushes, the hot head of his cock already notching at my entrance. He flexes his hips and sinks into me, a groan of pure relief torn from his throat. He fills me so completely that I ache where I take him, but I love it.I pant through the strain, and he gathers me close as he thrusts, cradling me to his chest, kissing my lips, my brow, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. I start to rock my hips in time.“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” he rumbles in my ear. “So perfect for me. My Annie. Mine.”I sigh and ride his bucking hips, his cock stretching me until I feel like a glove made for him.“Come for me, now,” he growls. “Now, Annie.”Hot cum floods my womb, and his knot catches and swells, tearing a raw shout from my throat. His fingers find my clit while his fangs sink into my shoulder.I scream, bucking against him, but I’m caught, so he moves with me, hushing me.I hover another second on the edge, somehow above myself, watching his strong arms tremble as they wrap around me
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I let my hand fall and turn my head away.He snarls. He doesn’t like that.I drop back so I’m sitting on the pallet, lift my chin, and fold my arms. His wolf rumbles unhappily. He shouldn’t have let his man mess with my nest.He dips his head and looks up at me from his lowered eyes, a wolf playing at a lamb. “I’m sorry, Annie. Here it is.”He holds the pillow out.It’s a trap.Of course it’s a trap. I reach for it anyway. As soon as I grab the pillow, he yanks and falls to his back, dragging me with him. I tumble on top of him. He quickly nips the pillow from my grasp, tucks it behind his head, and grins up at me.I push up on his chest, struggling upright until I’m straddling his waist. He crosses his arms behind his head.I lean forward and try to pull the pillow free, but his head is too heavy.“Just ask nicely, Annie.” There’s a new note in his voice, a gravelly depth that has nothing to do with his wolf.I prop myself on his folded biceps. They’re hard and velvet and flexing und
