DEA I scanned the message Saint had sent once more, feeling my stomach bottom as a pit of venomous rage began to take root there. It felt as if lava coursed through my veins, sending a torrent of angry flames burning down my limbs as red clouded my vision. Could it have been Jason?Was I overreacting?Was Victor in danger?Why would Jason even do something as horrible as this? Certainly not because of me. If he used wolfsbane and/or silver on Victor, how did he know to do that? Had he discovered Victor's biggest secret? "What happened?" Erica questioned as my brother came barreling into the building with another guy on his flank. "We need to find Jason. If we find Jason, we can find Victor," I informed, hoping with all my will that Saint was wrong about Jason but knowing somewhere deep down that she had to be right. There was no one else in the building that would hurt him. Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and th
VICTORI hadn't told her that I loved her. I needed to live so I could confess my feelings for her, so she would know without a doubt that I did love her. She needed to know that all of this wasn't just because of the mating bond but also because I had grown to love and adore the person she was. But as the sticky crimson substance oozed from the open wound at my side, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it out of the bind I had found myself in. I had grossly miscalculated the level of Jason's wrath. Once my strength began to return, I attempted to break free. It took some effort but I shattered the silver cuff which held my right hand. I wasn't quick enough to free my remaining hand and legs, though. One of the three other people working with Jason had impaled a silver blade into my torso while another returned with a brand new cuff. Two ladies and a man worked with him. A total of four people I thought would be easy to eliminate once I set myself free but I was wrong. Once the w
DEAFlames licked their way up my bones, leaving smoldering heat in their wake. Beads of sweat matted my hair to the back of my neck. Pain like no other weaved itself into my skin, making the most ginger of touches painful. The more potent the brew of my anger was the more pain coiled around my ribcage, like a python ready to crack me open and make me its next meal. I ignored the black that edged at my vision and pushed my glasses into place with a rubbery knuckle. When Saint had called and told me Jason had Victor trapped in a lab, I knew exactly where to go. Jason only ever used one lab because of the equipment he needed. The sight before me was not something I thought I'd see in my wildest dreams. Victor was strapped upright to a steel table. His wrists were cuffed to the table on either side and so were his ankles. His shirt was now just pieces of bloodied material barely clinging to him. A wound on his side oozed with blood, the coppery metallic sce
VICTOR Dea's inky fur was soft between my fingers as I carded them through. It was long and shaggy, giving her wolf a fluffy appearance as her hair stood on end. I stumbled back with pride swelling my chest and splitting my face in half. The movement had me wincing from the wound on my side. I was healing, but it was taking too long. Too much blood had been lost. I gripped my torso, sealing the wound with my massive palm in hopes of staving off the bleeding. If the blood would clot, it might save me some time. A whine had Dea's head bowing as she sniffed at the hand covering my wound. "I'll be fine," I tried to reassure her, believing in my words with every fiber of my being and willing them to be true. "Here Alpha," a shirtless Alec stretched his hand out to me, his shirt feebly swaying from the hook of his finger. Offering him a curt nod in thanks, I ripped the shirt open and tied it tight around my waist to add pressure to the wound, "We need to clean up this mess before someo
DEAI must have fallen asleep waiting for Victor to return home. Saint, Sam, and Sinclair had sat up with me until each one of us had surrendered to the exhaustion pulling us under. I must have had the worst night of my life but I was so happy it was over, so happy the people I cared about were safe and the ones who threatened them weren't alive to torment us any further. My body ached from the shift—I still couldn't believe I had a wolf living inside me. Even now, I felt the creature bristle beneath my flesh as if I and it were the same and yet still a completely separate entity. I shifted, feeling a soft mattress beneath me instead of the lumpy couch I had drifted off on. Peeling my eyelids open, I found myself engulfed in the darkness of Victor's room. He was asleep behind me, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace. His beard scraped the skin at my neck as he nuzzled into it. His muscle-chorded arms coiled around me, pulling me in until not a sliver of space remained betw
VICTOR "I didn't expect to be using the pack cemetery so soon," Saint mused as she ambled toward me out of the thicket. I glared at the four unmarked graves with a sigh. We had cleared out a section of land a few miles away from the pack house which now served as a graveyard. For a long while, the land was left unused but we had wolves maintaining it for when we did need it. "I never expected that the first time we used this place, would be for this," I added onto Saint's musings while massaging the ache at the back of my neck. She hummed in response, standing shoulder to shoulder with me, "Let me guess," Saint followed my gaze to the heap of sand in front of me which hid a mangled body beneath, "That's where you put Jason."Loosening a breath, I offered her a stiff nod. "Listen, Big man, you can't bring him to life to kill him all over again. Whatever's bothering you for you to be standing here with that withering glare, let it go. It's not healthy for you," she placed a hand be
DEA"Is this what you put poor Sin through," I sat on the earthen floor as naked as a newborn baby with my knees hugged to my chest. Pain ricocheted through my body. With every muscle twitch, a thunderous ache followed, leaving me a sprawling heap on the floor. It was getting easier though. Admittedly, I knew Saint was only trying to help me but that didn't mean I didn't partially loathe her for it. "He's fine now. At least he has no trouble shifting. It's painless for him now. Pretty soon, it will be painless for you, too. Maybe just a few more shifts. I know it hurts, but it's not just the shifting that's causing your pain. It's the grueling combat training and your time in the gym, too. Your muscles aren't used to it but they will be soon. You just have to keep at it," Saint encouraged from behind me. I could picture her soft gaze as she prompted me to keep going. "I swear, I'm not built for this," came another one of my complaints with a wh
VICTOR We stopped at the tree and got dressed. Saint had taken Dea's glasses away so I carried her on my back so she wouldn't walk into anything or trip and fall face-first. I loved the feeling of her nuzzling her face between my shoulder blades, inhaling deeply as if my scent calmed her. Her legs locked around me tightly, arms around my neck sending an assault of sparks shooting up my spine. I wanted to bring her to the front, thrust her against a tree, and bury myself in her. The thought of claiming her like that had my dick twitching in my pants. It had only been two days since we had been intimate and yet it felt as if I had spent years in a dry spell. Blood rushed to my cock which began pitching a tent around my crotch. I mentally chided myself and forced my mind to concentrate on anything else. Like the fact, I was about to see Sydney again. Something felt amiss at the thought. An empty, dark chasm opened in my chest when I thought of her. That pl