Everything moved in slow motion as Xenia tried to focus on the scene before her. One moment she felt pure ecstasy; the next, a giant ass werewolf crashed through her window, lunging straight toward Cristobal. Her first thought was Illipio since he didn't like Cristobal much, but this werewolf was too big, and the fur was pure black with a white patch and red eyes. Those eyes, she thought. They look familiar. She watched as Cristobal quickly evaded the werewolf and rolled out of the way into the hall. Cristobal's eyes went from the werewolf to her. His mouth was moving, but she couldn't register what he said. 'There was a werewolf in my room' was the only thing her mind kept replaying until it fully registered. She couldn't move for a moment until a piece of wood fell from her ceiling, breaking her out of her trance. "There's a werewolf in my room," Xenia yelled. She jumped into action and rolled across her bed away from the werewolf, whose attention was on Cristobal. She watche

This woman was something else. Mason thought as he smiled at her determination to keep going. This was supposed to be a simple grab-and-go, but alas, here they were. She challenged him every step of the way, proving how viable she was to be his vessel. He was beyond impressed, but now he was ready for this night to be over. He watched as she let go of the branch. She fell into his arms, and they both took a sharp breath, feeling the connection taking hold of their bodies. Mason took this moment to pull her closer to his chest while Xenia eyed the axe. Oblivious to her plan, Mason caressed the side of her neck with his nose. Even under the mud, he could still pick up her scent as if it was tattooed on his brain. Xenia was acutely aware of his excitement against her thigh as he allowed her feet to touch the ground. "Mate," he whispered against her skin, causing her body to shiver. Xenia didn't like the effect he had on her. So much so that she gathered all her hate and kicked h

Later that night, sitting around the campfire, Xenia listened to the bandits as they laughed and told stories about the things they had done. She didn't want to listen to it, but it took her mind away from her predicament. They provided her with a short cloak to help cover her body as if they didn't have a spare pair of pants. She pulled it tight around her as the air started to chill when the sun went down. Xenia ate bits and pieces from her plate of food, not really feeling very hungry, but she had to eat something. After everything that had happened, she had to keep her strength up to run away in case of more danger. Her mind flashed back to seeing Cristobal's body on the floor. He wasn't moving. Is he dead? He was trying to protect her and died. Then Illipio, her loyal friend, tried protecting her and was gone just the same. She could never forgive herself for that. She could feel her emotions building inside her, wanting to come out of her eyes, but she shook her head. No, I

Mason stalked closer to the tent as he kept his gaze on the two guards standing in front. He could hear their conversation from his position. "Of course, he's the first one to have a go with her," the taller one said with a grunt. "They're usually despondent after he's finished. It takes the joy out of it when it's my turn." The shorter one laughed. "That's the way it is with Barrick. I'm just glad he shares. It's been a while since we had one so…" He moved his hands in an hourglass shape. They laughed again, and it took only a second for Mason to understand what they were discussing. They wanted to touch his mate. "Kill them! Kill them ALL!" Rodin roared inside his head. The thought of anyone touching their mate in that way made their blood boil. Before he could react, they all heard sounds coming from inside the tent. "Looks like this one is feisty," the shorter one grinned. "Those are the best ones to break. I wondered how-" Mason moved before the bandit could finish his sent

Mason didn't move a muscle as Kane blocked her advance, pushing her against the wall. With one hand holding Lillian's hand with the blade, Kane wrapped his other hand around her throat. Lillian smiled before Kane registered a blade sticking out of his side. Lillian produced another blade and stabbed him in the chest. Kane staggered back as Lillian pushed him aside to get to Mason, who wasn't paying attention. "How dare you ignore me!" Lillian yelled while lounging at him again. He stood up with the scroll in his hand, grabbed Lillian by the throat, and slammed her against the desk in one fluid motion. He could feel the weight of his Alpha's command pressing down on her like dead weight. Rodin's way of showing dominance. "Don't be so dramatic, Lillian. You will always be a part of this pack. Besides, wouldn't you rather be by her side?" he asked without a glance her way. Lillian whimpered as the pressure and the pain grew immensely. Mason finally looked at her, moving