“That smell?” Clark says, turning to look at me through his useless, wirerimmed glasses, “That’s the smell of death.” I stare at him, blinking for a moment, as he begins to laugh and then walks forward. The people here don’t look like people at all. They’re mostly wolf shifters, like me, though so
I have nothing to say, so I say nothing. “I know you’re brave. Probably think you’re smart. Don’t worry. This place will break you.” I turn and look at him as a cocky smirk spreads across his face. I don’t know this man, and I don’t know the king, but I have to wonder… does King Kane know who he’s
Kane “What do you want, brother?” I ask as I take in my younger brother’s cocky grin. He clearly has something up his ass or else he wouldn’t be over here bothering with me at all. Most of the time, he is out chasing women or feeding on whores in the human village nearby, which means, of course, th
I hurry toward the door, thinking about all of the awful things that can happen to a new girl in the feeder’s dungeon. The wolf shifters down there are usually prisoners of war, criminals, or people who have decided they’d rather come here than try to repay their debts. A large swath of Moonraker pa
Emory “Well, what do we have here?” The snarl from the squatty guard filling the majority of my doorway is enough to set my teeth on edge as my shifter body longs to call forth my wolf to defend myself. Unfortunately, I’m not quite old enough for that yet and will have to rely upon my other fight
As he comes toward me, I use his torso as a stepladder, twisting my body so that my feet go over the top of my head at the same time as I bring my arms together. It burns in the places where they have their grips on my skin, and in my shoulder blades, but when I hear their skulls whack into one anot
I feel his gaze on me before I turn to see him looking at me. “Did they harm you?” he asks me. I know I have some bruises on my arms and maybe a few scratches, but I am confident when I shake my head. “No, Sir.” He stares at me for a long moment, and I feel a chill pass down my spine, something I
Emory King Kane is flying up the stairs, and I am going as quickly as I can to keep up with him. Normally, I think of myself as pretty fast, but clearly I am either too tired after the adrenaline rush has worn off, or he is even faster than me. Not that it would surprise me that a vampire is faste