Tears continued to roll down my face. “Please. I can’t lose you. I have to know you’re safe when we leave.”“You won’t lose me, okay? We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, we focus on the things we can do. I’ll try to figure out what the hell is happening with Caleb. You continue to be smart and train.”I chuckled, it sounded terrible as it caught in my throat a couple times because of the tears.“What?” Justin leaned back a bit to look at my face.“I’m not allowed to train at school anymore.”His brow furrowed. “Why not?”“I may have almost killed a kid?”“Your aura?”I shook my head. “No, just normally.”His laugh started out small before he threw his head back and filled the air with the sound of it. “That’s my girl. I guess I’ll need to help you with some

I shivered. He was so angry. Closing the door, I headed to the center of the room. Justin was facing away from me. He had his shirt off and I could probably have taken a sharpie and drawn every single muscle group on his back. It was impressive. He was wearing some basketball shorts, but the thing I noticed as well was that he had put on armored gloves and socks. He spun around and his eyes roamed over me. There was a flicker in his eyes that you could see him battling for control with Dante, his wolf, but ultimately settled back on Justin. “Good, you armored up. Let’s begin then.” Nodding, I stepped up to the mat. As I reached the side, I ran my feet over it gently, feeling the texture and temperature. Breathing in and out slowly, I dropped into a defensive stance and looked at Justin. He still wasn’t looking at me, but through me. I realized it pissed me off. That he wasn’t even bothering to look at me and wasn’t taking this seriously. As though he could ju

Justin inhaled for a moment and perched his elbow on the arm rest, rubbing his lips with his hand. He did this when there was a problem he couldn’t solve. Something he was stumped about. Caleb used to joke that he would never be able to grow a beard because of it. He obviously hadn’t found a lot of things that he couldn’t solve for the three years he was gone, considering the amount of scruff that was growing.“I could…”“You can’t. At least we will be elsewhere and unable to hurt the people we hold dear here. We would hate for that to happen. It would definitely be more likely we would kill everyone that has hurt us. We…I…am too strong and too bloodthirsty. Sky reins me in, but lately…she feels less and less, not stopping me when I take over to snap.”His hand fell from his mouth, his fingers ghosting over ours which Raine kept balled up in a fist. “If you mated someone and they w

Turning, my eyes fell on Justin. He was on all fours, struggling to breathe under my aura. Stepping towards him, I fell to my knees and reached out. My claws turned back and my fingers brushed the side of his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.“I’m here, Half-pint. I’m here.”My aura ebbed and Raine helped me pull it back for him. He coughed out a breath as I finally was able to rein it in completely. Immediately, his hands shot out and he pulled me against him. Burying my face in his shoulder, I grabbed the back of his shirt.“I’ve got you. I’m here. Don’t worry. You’re not alone. If you need to break, you can.”I shook my head, holding him closer. He held me tight, as though he was afraid if he let go I’d be gone.‘We will not stand for this. I will kill them all. Every last one of them. I’ll kill them.’ Raine roared in my head but I just buried my head dee

I felt the silver on my ankles. My eyes peeled open and I coughed slightly. Looking around, I was lying on the wood floor, my blood coating it. It must have been a while because it was sticky and congealed. Pushing up, my hands hurt but then again, everything hurt. The walls and roof were made of the same wood on the floor. Turning behind me, my ankles were chained with silver. Locked into a hoop that was drilled into the floor. Pulling slightly against it, my brow furrowed. It wouldn’t even budge or give. No matter how hard I tried to pull against it. The clasps were too tight for me to be able to slip my feet through. Coughing, I turned to inspect the rest of the floor. Smoke had started to wisp under the single door that was on the opposite side of where I was sitting. Trying to pull, the chain was only about two feet. So my little arms and legs couldn’t even reach the door, let alone the handle above me. “Em?” My voice was hushed, quiet, and small. I tried to call out to my brot