All Chapters of SAVAGE PASSION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I watched them all sleep. Each one of them. Glenn, Elias, Donald, Darius, and Daniel. My wolves. Yes, they were mine. I couldn’t allow this injustice to continue. Something had to be done. They deserved so much more than sleeping on the floor in a dank cave, cast out from society. Trying to reach the village yesterday was foolish and warranted me a punishment I wouldn’t soon forget, but if I had to do it all over again, I would. Maybe the men had accepted their fates, but I could not. However, after truly considering it, I understood there wasn’t anything the villagers could do.But what about the forest witch? The men had said it themselves; she was powerful enough to break the curse. And though the men felt a duty to protect the village from the dark force and didn’t want to curse any others to become wolves, I truly believed that something could be done. There had to be another way to fight off the dark force. If the forest witch was so powerful, then why couldn’t she destroy the

ONE YEAR LATER. Elias strode up to the fire, his arms laden with several baskets as he ate bananas. “What? More?” asked an astonished Darius. “This is getting out of hand. We need to find a way to communicate to them to stop,” grumbled Glenn. “Why?” Donald asked as he rummaged through the baskets, delighted when he found a strawberry pie that was still warm. “We haven’t eaten this well in hundreds of years!” “Red Rose, looks like Vanessa mended your cloak,” said Elias as he tossed me my favorite red riding hood. As I opened the folds to inspect my friend’s handiwork, a small bundle fell out. Lifting the brown paper packaging, I eagerly untied the string. Inside was a beautiful baby blanket of soft wool and several baby booties and sweaters. “Who told?” growled Darius. “How could they have known?” wondered Glenn. With a slight shrug, I said, “I may have told Vanessa when she stopped by to visit with a few of the huntsmen and she may have told the villagers.” Since transforming

Daniel closed his bedroom door knowing there was more to it than that. He’d felt something when he’d locked eyes with the brunette who was clearly having a bad night in the club. His wolf had caught sight of the base of her panties peeking out when she’d bent over, and then the full back of them as her dress slid all the way to her waist, but when she’d corrected it and turned around, something hit him. First, she was adorable with her hair all a mess and she was unaware of it. Second, those eyes of hers, he felt like he’d looked into them before. Something snapped inside of him like he’d found something. And when she’d held his stare that feeling only got worse. He’d left to escape it. He’d run but then found himself telling his driver to go home for the night, to take a cab and leave the sedan with him so that he could secretly follow her home and find out where she lived, unencumbered with having to explain why he was stalking someone. But then she’d taken her drunk friend hom

Fire burst through Daniel’s preternatural veins. He lunged at Donald. His punch landed because his attack was unexpected. The second one was for him. Daniel reeled back as the powerful hit knocked him against a wall. Running at Donald, he snarled but Darius flashed between them with unhindered speed, holding them back with his long arms stretched wide, muscles taut. “Enough! Donald, we know what this is about.” Donald glared at the tall wolf from under blonde, furrowed eyebrows. “Fuck you.” Panting and eager to fight, Daniel glared at Donald. “Move out of the way, Darius. I don’t want to hurt you.” “Calm your wolf, Daniel.” Darius’s eyes flashed. “Calm down!” Daniel snarled, “Elias didn’t say that about her. You’re lying just to piss me off.” Donald shook out his shoulders and his leather jacket shone in the sunlight streaming through the window. A grimace appeared and he stepped away. He didn’t argue, so Daniel knew he’d hit the truth. Satisfied the worst was over Darius

She opened her purse and pulled out a trial-size tube of hand cream, opening it and applying it. “Look, you’re both very dashing in appearance. Those suits and your offices are spectacular. But I work for myself, which means I choose who I work with not for. And I can already see by your godlike attitude that you want a servant. And Darius over there was coming onto me very heavily and asking about my marital status, which is just wrong. I don’t want him in the days to come, breathing down my blouse as I’m trying to show him ideas, ideas by the way he has no interest in seeing. He’s got movie posters on his walls. Even his office doesn’t advertise your firm’s goals. How can I help you achieve them if this simple fact has been ignored when even his partners suggested it?” “You could guide us.” “Yeah.” She put the cap back on the tube. “But I don’t want to.” He drummed his fingers with persistence, narrowing his eyes. “Aren’t you afraid we’ll tell people about your rudeness today?