All Chapters of Curse of the Wolves: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Blakely No longer in control of my own body, I was shoved forward by the force of my wolf’s rage. She sent us barreling through a trio of men all tangled up in one another. I no longer had the ability to blush, not when every ounce of my focus was on Azrael and the woman between his legs. All talk of our plan had flown out of the window when she looked up at him with a coy little grin. How long until her lips were wrapped around his cock? How long until she tasted what was mine? The girl was going to die. Despite my panic and my pleas to my wolf, my nails began to lengthen into claws. The goblets tumbled from my hands, clattering to the floor. Red wine splashed across the pale marble as our thoughts merged into one jumbled mess. From the corner of my eye I could see Draco slinking through the crowd, trying to draw as little attention as possible. I’d long forgotten how heightened my senses were when I was in tune with my wolf. It was utter bliss. Bliss that ended in carnage and

Blakely I awoke to a myriad of strange scents, one of them being Azrael’s, and a raging case of cotton mouth. Rolling over in bed, I snatched the goblet off the side table, and brought it to my lips all without checking the contents. Thankfully, it was cold water that splashed against my tongue, deliciously crisp as it trickled down my throat. Only after I set the goblet down did I realize I was naked beneath the blankets. How lovely. Memories of what happened at the brothel crashed over me, threatening to send me into a panic. Rather than give into the tidal wave of emotion currently thrashing in my chest, I turned my attention to my surroundings. Surveying the dark room, I took in the four postered bed with its lush coverings and the vanity closet just a few feet away. A large window with a sill large enough to sit on, took up most of the far wall. Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, telling me dawn had not yet arrived. Azrael’s musical laugh startled me from my tho

Blakely My heart picked up its pace with every step I took towards the two snorting creatures. Sweat trickled down my spine. The air around them was several degrees hotter than the surrounding street. Two sets of eyes, both burning like hot coals, turned my way. Gold-cloaked guards roamed the walkways, each one equipped with a wicked blade. According to Azrael, they were Galen’s enforcers. Men and women meant to keep the peace during the day. The horse’s fiery manes began to crackle as I neared. I was almost certain their twitching ears and thrashing tails weren’t a good sign, but I had no clue what to do. I’d only ever been around wolves growing up, certainly not horses. Cursing under my breath, I wracked my brain for ideas when the memory of those creatures I’d freed popped into my head. They’d been surrounded by an emerald glow that Azrael insisted had come from Kasar. Surely he could help, right? I closed my eyes and sent a quick prayer to the God of Beasts. “Um, Kasar? Wa

OrionMy face stung, the pain a troublesome reminder of what I’d done. Regret hovered close to the surface, trying to rise each time I violently shoved it down. I opened my hand and glared at the moon-shaped stone resting in my palm. The dreamy, doe-eyed look on her face told me all I needed to know. That it had come from my brother. A gift. A token of his affection.I had intended to retreat to my study to reread the prophecy in hopes more of it had revealed itself. Of course, poison thwarted those plans. Once again, my skin crawled with the sensation of being trapped.Caged like a fucking beast. I dropped by the dining room where Azrael was scarfing down sweet cakes like they were going out of season.“Azrael,” I snarled, tearing the pastry from his hand. “You and I need to talk.” Unfazed, he licked the frosting from his fingers. Only when I growled did he sigh and stand to his feet. Brushing the crumbs from his shirt and pants, he smacked his lips lazily. “Your cheek is red. S

Blakely The roar Draco unleashed as I fled made the floor beneath my feet tremble. Coming up to an intersection, I turned left so quickly that I clipped my shoulder in the process. Pain sparked down my arm, numbed by the heady cocktail of adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins. Hearing the thunderous footfalls not too far behind, I realized how truly fucked I was. Story of my life, right? That’s what I got for running. In my defense, what else was I supposed to do? It’s not every day a girl sees a mountainous, beast of a man with glowing eyes stalking her like a sweet little doe he just can’t wait to sink his teeth into. I hesitated before taking a right down another hall. Maybe I should play dead? Another roar sounded, this one closer. I huffed out a curse as I realized how limited my options truly were. He was clearly hunting me by scent, and while I had a head start, there was no way I could outrun him for long. No, Draco was going to catch me, it was only a matter of