Liam I instantly got to my feet, took three steps forward and lowered my head, letting out a rumbling growl. My nose twitched as I smelled the four wolves running through the trees. Their scents swirled around as they darted closer, then further away, only to come close again. My mouth dripped with saliva, and I was more than ready to sink my teeth into those assholes. My hackles were rigid, and even without Lucian’s beastly anger to fuel my own, I was ready to rip them all apart, even if it was four-on-one. I growled again and waited. Fury vibrated through my paws, but I held my ground and waited. I reached back for Lucian, but he was still behind the wall in my mind. “Come on, Lucian. We need to protect Clementine.” Nothing. I shook my head. I thought that would rouse him, but he knew Clementine wasn’t here. Did the four wolves know that? I grudgingly opened my mind-link up and was smacked with indecipherable chatter. It felt like a rubber band pinging back into place. Within a
Clementine When my phone rang, I scrambled to pick it up, hoping Liam’s name would be flashing across the screen. I tried not to feel too disappointed when I saw that it was my dad. “Let me guess, you woke up in a pool of blood, and you don’t remember a thing that happened during the full moon,” I joked. “No, I remember. The blood belonged to the villagers. But don’t worry, I targeted all the pretty blonde girls,” he replied in a dead-serious tone. I grinned. “What’s up, Dad?” “Just checking in. Making sure you don’t need my bail money.” “Not yet, but maybe next month. TJ and I spent a long time planning a murder.” He chuckled. “And how is TJ?” “Curious.” “Curious?” “About my life in Blackfern Valley.” “Clementine, you cannot tell him,” Dad warned. “I know that. I’m not stupid.” I rolled my eyes. “How was the run?” “Good. They started with the initiation of the pups who received their wolf spirits. There were three this time. And then the whole pack got together and got na
Clementine I pulled into Blackfern Valley, with nervousness bubbling through my body. I drove straight toward my house and pulled into the driveway, cutting the engine. Grudgingly, I got out of the truck and slung my weekend bag over my shoulder, picking up the boxes on the passenger seat and closing the door. I pressed the remote lock as I trudged toward the back door. Everything looked the same. Felt the same. “I’m home,” I called out, then rolled my eyes, remembering both my brother and father had werewolf hearing. Half of the pack probably heard my announcement. “Welcome home, Clemmy!” Dad said from the kitchen, where he was sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee. He smiled, and then his eyes went vacant for a moment, which he tried to cover by taking a sip of coffee. Looking back, I realized he did that a lot growing up, and I smiled. I guess some habits were hard to break. “I brought Timbits,” I said. I heard thumping footsteps, and seconds later, Vinny was instan
Liam “Liam. It’s Patrick. I just thought you would like to know that Clementine just got home.” I dropped my pen onto my paper and abandoned the calculus assignment I was using as a distraction. I jumped into my car and sped down the driveway, barely stopping to look for cars at the end of the drive before squealing tires on my way toward Clementine’s house. Relief washed through me as soon as I saw her walk out of the back door, followed by a flush of happiness. She was here. Ryan wasn’t her mate. My heart galloped in my chest, and I sniffed her scent deeply, which stirred up even more indescribable emotions as I took her in. She was dressed in a brightly coloured loose-fitting top that showed a modest amount of creamy cleavage and black yoga pants which hugged her delicious curves. Her dark hair had grown since I had seen her last and was now sitting just below her shoulder blades, and her turquoise eyes were piercing as they found mine. She was stunning. And she was standing rig
Clementine I walked back into the kitchen, freshly showered and ready to head to work. All I needed was to make a quick sandwich, and I could go to a place where I could be distracted from my downward-spiralling thoughts. “He’s gone,” Dad said as I nervously looked out the kitchen window at the backyard. My heart sank a little. “Good,” I said crossly. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” “You can talk to me, Clem.” I smiled and nodded, “I know.” I proceeded to pull out the ingredients for a sandwich. “I’m sorry you’re hurt, Clemmy,” Dad continued. I stopped buttering the bread for half a moment before I started swiping my knife across the bread again, encasing my emotions. “I’m fine,” I repeated, wishing he would drop the subject. “For what it’s worth, I think Liam genuinely cares about you.” I bristled. “If that’s true, he has a really shit way of showing it.” “Well, he was here in our back yard for the night of the full moon and every night after, waiting for your return. He did
Liam I settled down to study in my usual booth at Lupus’. I could smell the honeysuckle and pear scent as soon as I stepped through the door, and knew she was here. I opened my books and ordered a beer, trying to get through the massive workload thrown to the class just before we went on a summer-midterm break. I’d usually have held it off until the last minute, but because I needed the distraction while Clem was in Vancouver, doing my assignments seemed like a perfect choice. Now that I had started, I just wanted to get it over and done with. Instead of studying at home or in the library at the university, I decided to go back to my regular routine of studying at Lupus’. I was hoping Ryan would have returned by now, that I’d walk in and see him working the bar, but he hadn’t yet. I was hoping I would meet his mate, see how happy he was and forget the shit thoughts I had about him over the weekend. And I was hoping he could give me some advice on how to get Clem to talk to me. Clem
Clementine When April walked off, I felt indescribable rage. Liam had summoned me to serve on him, proving what I had shouted at him earlier. Clad in impenetrable armour, I walked straight up to his table, each of my steps echoing loudly over the wooden floor. He didn’t even look up or register I was there. His caramel brown hair had fallen onto his page as he scribbled away. Cold fury rolled through me. He summoned me, and now he wasn’t talking to me. For what? To prove that I was indeed a slave to his needs, that he could get me to worship at his feet, to follow him around like a lost puppy. What was the old saying? Treat them mean and keep them keen? Asshole! “You know, universities have libraries for that purpose,” I snarled. His head snapped up, and he gave me a small smile that made my heart flip. It was a slight twitch of his soft-looking lips, but it was still a smile. “I know. But this has always been my place to study.” Except for the week, you were ghosting me. I felt
Liam We were going hard at training, pounding into the dirt as we fought and tousled with each other. My brother Sean was stalking me on all fours. He was a dirty blond wolf with sandy-coloured highlights through his fur. His eyes were ringed with light gold, making the browns in his hazel eyes stand out. His wolf was smaller than mine, but that was to be expected considering his age. Sean was attending his first lesson fighting in wolf form, and he was giving it everything he had. He charged forward, his tail waving high in confidence, feigning at the last moment and snapping at my back leg. I dodged and snarled, snapping my teeth at him, before ramming my side into him, trying to knock him off balance. He growled, and I tried it again. He rolled gracefully out of the way, kicking dust at me as he did. He charged again, but I managed to get a mouth full of neck fur, and I gave it a gentle but firm shake, snickering to myself as he tried to kick me off. I shook him again, and he gru