All Chapters of Fang Chronicles: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

With a groan, Honey managed to open his eyes and squint into the partial light. Mandy sat on the other side of the bars staring his way, calmly clicking her fingernails and appearing bored. He shook his head, attempting to clear the fog from his brain. Pain - deadly daggers streaked through his skull, making his eyes narrow even more. And... for some reason, his left leg throbbed to the beat of his headache. He didn't dare take his eyes off the she-wolf. "What the fuck have you done?" he growled low and deep throughout the question.Her lips compressed on her much-too-cute pixie face. "I don't think that's any way to speak to your mate, and I don't like your language," she admonished gently, continuing to look like she didn't have a care in the world.Her words didn't quite sink into his pounding brain. He looked around his prison. Bars... the steel bars of a feral cage. With another shake of his head he realized it was the one that had been delivered to Brandt and Emily's home - Bra

After turning onto a very bumpy road and then traveling several miles more, she stopped the truck. After a few minutes rolled the door up. She didn't appear to be concerned about him escaping this time, but she did look tired. First, she passed the urine bottle and then used the green rake to push over a large one-gallon jug of water."I know the water won't fit through the bars, but you can tip it and drink. I have two more up front along with two sleeping bags. I know the cage is uncomfortable."He drank deeply and then looked at her. "How would you know it's uncomfortable?"Her eyes looked dreamy for some reason. "I lay inside and checked it out before putting you in there.""Why would you do that?" She perplexed him at every turn."I know you don't appreciate all the time and effort I put into your abduction, but I wanted you as comfy as possible."His laugh came out on a rumbling growl. "Comfy?""Yes, comfy."He switched gears. "Do you know how old I am?"Her eyes swept o

Honey's stomach growled with the delicious smell of the food she brought, but he refused to give in. If what she said was true and her wolf chose him as her mate, twenty-four hours without food would be her breaking point. He eventually fell asleep and dreamed about mountains of chocolate cake.The sun was peeking over the horizon and casting shadowy streaks of light into the truck when he woke. Turning slightly, he saw Mandy carry away the previous night's dinner. Fifteen minutes later she returned with another tray. He turned his back again and refused to acknowledge her. The smells floating around the small confines of the truck made it nearly impossible to resist the food, but he had no doubt, in the long run, his hunger strike would be effective.Hours later, the food disappeared and lunch replaced it. His mouth was no longer watering because the sun was heating up the inside of the truck, causing fluids to leach from his body; more than anything he needed a drink. He concentrat

Mandy ran past the river and kept going. She would live as wolf, forget the rest of the world, and just survive - her broken heart would never heal. There was nowhere for her to go, no one who understood her needs. She didn't want to live with the Northwest pack any longer. Seeing her sister so happy would drive her insane. She knew she was selfish, but she didn't care.Eventually her pace slowed. The moon was high in the sky, and exhaustion overwhelmed her. She finally came to a fallen tree and slithered between the branches. She pulled her tail around her body and curled into the tightest ball she could manage. Sleep finally descended over her worn-out mind.She awoke several hours later. The moon was lower and daylight would soon be streaking over the mountain. She continued to feel incredibly tired, but forced herself to run again. The trees cleared slightly and a rocky area gave way to large boulders. Her nimble frame managed the incline. Right before she made a leap to a rock a

Somewhere between fury and heart-wrenching sorrow, her wolf took over. Her mate's taste traveled through her body, making her blood boil. Every nerve ending tingled with the feel of his warm lips against hers. She wanted to draw blood, taste his essence, and mingle it with hers. The kiss continued and she thrilled over his tongue, lips, and teeth devouring her mouth - taking what she freely gave.He pulled away and gazed meltingly at her.She had trouble controlling her breathing. "Why did you do that?"His gasps for air were as ragged as hers. "We need to talk." His eyes surprisingly shifted away."You kissed me so we could talk?" She felt the heat in her blood changing from desire to irritation, and she studies him as her breathing slowed. His back was ramrod straight, muscles flexed and ready for battle. Reaching up, she ran her fingers gently over the hot, bare skin on his arm. Looking down the lines of his body, she noticed his arousal. Closing her eyes, she silently said a sh