My wolf tears off before the thought finishes itself, howling her heart out.No. Not nothing. I have a very, very valuable plant that is nearly impossible to cultivate, but I did grow it, with help from Clay and his stolen topsoil. The witch wants it badly, so it has to be worth one male Ditch’s freedom, even if he can flip-shift. It’s not like Clay can teach the other Claws to flip-shift. Everyone knows it’s a gift from Fate, even if they wonder why Fate would only see fit to gift it to the near-ferals of Last Pack and Killian Kelly.The witch will be angry.My blood runs cold, but I don’t slow down. Clay fought for me. I’ll fight for him.I have direction now. Hope. My wolf fights for breath, her muscles burning, but she pushes her skinny little legs as hard as she can all the way back to the town wall. She has to slow down once she nips through the rusted back gate in order to not draw attention. The lanes teem with drunk males celebrating Clay’s win. I weave between their legs, da
On full moons, the alpha’s circle has their rickshaws do an entire circuit of town so everyone can see them in their finery before delivering them to dinner a dozen yards from their homes overlooking the river. I used to crowd onto the bank by Cooks Lane with my younger sisters to watch them pass, but I stopped a few years ago. At some point, the enchantment wore off, and after they rolled past, I was left restless with a bitter taste in my mouth.I know what that feeling is now. It was presentiment. A part of me knew, even then, that it was fine enough if I was with the others, in my place, out of their way, but if for some reason I became separated from the rest? If I’d found myself in their way? They would crush me without a second thought.Fear twists my innards into knots, and I have to grip tighter so the wooden handles don’t slip through my sweaty palms. If this doesn’t work, they will make a lesson out of me, and Clay will die before he lets them.This has to work.I force mys
“Oh no.” Alpha Fireside’s lips curl into a forbidding smile. “Your mate has put a proposition to me. She has sought a hearing from her alpha. It would be against the very foundation upon which this pack was built to dismiss her without fair consideration.”He spares a glance for Killian, I suppose to make sure he’s following. He is. Everyone in the hall is listening. You could hear a pin drop.I don’t know what to say next, but Alpha Fireside doesn’t give me a chance. He rises to his feet, lifting his arms like he does when he addresses the pack at the bonfire. “This pack was built on the idea that all are welcome. Do we not accept the bitten and transformed? The travelers from distant lands whose packs are unknown to us? The refugees entrusted to us by our neighbors?” He casts Killian a magnanimous look. Killian’s face darkens.Everyone is rapt, even though this is just another version of the speech we hear at every full-moon run, every bonfire, every solstice.“At North Border, we m
Clay leaps. His skin turns to fur, his hips become haunches, his bones rearrange in one fluid motion. His wolf slips from the guards’ fingers.He’s coming to me in a single bound. I sink to my knees. Eldrick lets me go, raising his fists to defend himself while he begins to shift.It’s too late.Clay’s wolf sails over my head and clamps his jaws around Eldrick’s skull. He doesn’t stop, letting his forward momentum rip Eldrick’s head from his neck in a crunch of vertebrae and a mangled gurgle.Clay’s wolf turns back toward me, swinging Eldrick’s head, partially morphed into a wolf with fur sprouting in patches on the face frozen in terror. Blood sprays in an arc, splattering the white flowers in the wheelbarrow.The guards surrounding me retreat, scurrying between tables. Females scream. Dishes clatter to the floor. On the dais, males shift, but then their wolves hang back, clustering together, waiting for the alpha to give the command. Killian Kelly has shoved his mate behind him, and
Clay doesn’t follow the order immediately. He sizes up the males and shoots a glance at the hall behind us, gauging the distance to the exit and the number of males between us and freedom.He seems to conclude that the witch is our best ticket out. He grabs my wrist and places me directly behind him, and he takes up the handles of the wheelbarrow.“The flowers only, witch,” Fireside’s voice rings out, smug now. “The traitors stay here.”The witch, who had already turned to go, swivels, her hips first, her skirts swirling from hem to waist, and then her sharp collarbones, her bony shoulders, her long neck, and her jutting chin. Her silver braid is the last part of her to swing around, accompanied by the clinking of the bangles around her wrists.“Traitors?” She arches a thin gray brow.“Traitors,” Fireside affirms, apparently oblivious to the new weight in the air, the sizzle raising the hairs on everyone’s arms and legs. “What else would you call those who flaunt the natural order? Wh
Everything moves quickly then. A truck speeds up the cobblestone and screeches to a halt. Doors fly open. Killian’s wolf becomes man again from one blink to the next. He scoops Una into his arms and settles her in the passenger seat. After she fusses at him, he helps the witch into the second row before swinging himself in.“You got yours?” he asks Clay, but Clay has already hoisted the wheelbarrow into the truck bed, and he’s in the process of lifting me in after it.“Yes. Good. Go.” Clay slaps the back window, and the truck peels off just as the hall’s doors burst open and a dozen males who’ve suddenly found their courage come pouring out.Before we whip around the lane that leads to the west bridge, I see Amir, the male who helped when I made my nest, run from the hall. He’s hanging back, motionless in the scrum, an expression on his face that twists my heart. He looks like a male watching his last hope drive away.I tilt my head to look at Clay, and immediately, I forget everythin
“Now go.” He snaps and points a finger gun at me.“I can only do it in the moment.”“The moment is now.” He snaps and shoots again.“My mate isn’t in danger.” I check the bond to be sure, but yeah, whatever she’s doing, she’s happy. I will never get enough of the feeling. It’s like clouds and cotton.A shadow crosses Killian’s face, and all of a sudden, he’s not playing around anymore. “Yes, she is. All of our females are now. I don’t know what the hell the witch is holding over Moon Lake’s head, or what’s going on with Salt Mountain, but I know that the second they’re back in play, this truce is over. Fireside is biding his time until he has the backing and then he’s going to come at us with all he has. We made a fool of him in his own house.”Not for the first time in these past months, I feel the full weight of what I’ve asked from this male, or rather what his mate bid him do for us. “I understand, Alpha.”I prepare myself to shift again, to get it right this time, but just as qui
She’s bent over a rack of herbs, snipping at them with a pair of shears. The witch says Wrenlee has a real green thumb. She also says to call her Abertha, and Wrenlee does, but it feels too familiar to me. I saw that female float in the air. I’m not going to call her by her given name.As I get to the door, I give the bond a tug. Wrenlee straightens right up and turns. Her braid swings, and her eyes light up.A big dumb smile breaks across my face. I can’t help it. She has a twig stuck in her hair, mud on the hem of her shift, and dirt under her fingernails. She’s the prettiest thing in the world, and she steals my breath. I can’t wait until she’s carrying my pup. It didn’t take this past heat, but we’ll have plenty more chances at the rate we’re going.“Have you been waiting long?” I ask her, lingering in the doorway just to admire her.She sets the shears on the rack and wipes her grubby hands on her smock. When she glances up at me from behind her thick lashes, I know it’s supposed
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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
“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
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