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WOLFI'm shaking the metal bars of my cage; my beast is losing his goddam mind. The thought of Sasha being alone with Mason has instant panic creeping into my soul like a disease.I know what Mason is capable of, and the look in her eyes the last time she was here only confirmed the level of crazy she could unleash.I didn't think Mason would go this far; we had left things in such a mess two years ago, she told me she never wanted to see me again, but I should have expected this from her.I'm shouting louder, yanking harder against the metal bars, doing all I can to get the attention of anyone.I have to get Mason away from Sasha; she's unpredictable; I've seen those crazy eyes before, but never like this; I saw it in her eyes as she retreated; she intended on harming; that crazy look meant she intended on killing.Suddenly, out of nowhere, Caius walks into the hole, looking over at me like I'm crazy as he furrows his brows,"What the fuck is wrong with you?"His question only irks m
WOLF Throwing my entire body against the metal gate for the umpteenth time, I know my shoulder is fucked, it's dislocated and numb, battered from the heavy blows of my launching myself against the gate, but I don't care. I'm getting out of this cage one way or another; they can try and contain the man, but not the beast, not anymore. The moment I collide with it one last time, it suddenly pops off its hinges, crashing to the ground, the metal clanging on sudden impact. I stand, hands fisted by my side, my entire body vibrating furiously as I rapidly breathe in and out, my chest rising and falling with the determination to kill Mason. Looking down at my dislocated shoulder, I smirk, welcoming the pain suddenly coming to life within it; I immediately grip my battered arm with my other hand, yanking hard as it pops back into its socket. Pain, fuck pain, I feel nothing. "MASON!" My voice suddenly thunders across the hole as I feel the ground beneath my feet quake, the energy drivin
WOLF In my dream, I'm standing before a man, but he's not just a man; his strength is equivalent to a god. He stands taller than me; his arms and entire body resemble that of a Samoan beast. His hair is long and dark, and his body is tattooed in tribal meanings that don't make any sense to me; he's a warrior, but somehow more, he's an alpha, and somehow more. The moment he speaks to me, he calls me son; I feel confused, yet deep inside, I know it to be true; he's my father. His eyes are piercing mine, commanding respect. Yet, there's a longing in them like he wants to reach out and embrace me in a hug, but he can't reach me. Looking down, I suddenly see why... a river it's dividing us; the water is dark, almost black. He's warning me not to fall in, not to be tempted. He's warning me to stay strong, to hold onto my mate, and never let go. He tells me I'm his blood, the last warrior blood of our kind; he tells me to rebuild our tribe, to find the one linked to my heritage, and
SASHAA constant whispering hum inside my head makes me feel restless, and I start feeling claustrophobic and stuck inside this room. We're both trapped here, Wolf and me, until she allows us to leave. Lisbon.Looking over my shoulder as I face the wall, my eyes lower to Wolf; he's still fast asleep in bed. He's so beautiful, and a shiver runs down my spine as I bite down against my bottom lip, my mind wandering back to when he was inside me. Running the pad of my thumb over my bottom lip, a small smile creeps up at the corners of my mouth, the way he tasted on my tongue... I can't help as more heat pools between my legs, and I have to force myself from thinking of how many times he sent me skyrocketing into the most mind-blowing orgasms over and over again. I should be fast asleep on that bed with him.I can't lose him, not ever... Wolf is my reason for breathing.But I can't sleep.I wouldn't be alive right now if it weren't for him.Turning my head forward, I look down at a sharp
SASHAI suddenly feel a rush of energy leave my body, and all at once, I gasp as I grab my chest, instantly finding it difficult to breathe.The voice still echoes in my head, and I don't know how to make it stop; it's like having another person inside your head besides your fated mate and not knowing how to switch it off.Within an instant, I have Wolf's arms snaked around me, pulling me to his hard chest. He's calling my name, but I feel entirely incoherent; I can hear his voice calling out to me like a murmur, but the loud voice in my head won't stop. I feel like I'm having an out-of-body experience.Who is this voice, and why does it feel like it's a part of me like it's been a part of me all my life?I'm babbling incoherently, words that I know make no sense to Wolf, a language I know is so ancient and foreign to him, a language witches use, a language now overwhelmingly overactive in my head.Wolf's eyes are bewildered as he grips my shoulders, he's shouting at me, but there's t
I AM WOLF - CHAPTER 33SASHAThe rush of heat suddenly jolts me awake; it feels like it's burning through the core of my soul, pulling me towards something...I instantly grab my head; it's pounding, and I feel like I have a massive hangover; urgh!Screams and howls are exploding on either side of me; I don't know what's going on; it's utter pandemonium and confusion all around me; what the hell?I'm trying to get to grips with what I'm seeing, but I feel dizzy between the pounding in my head and the whirlwind of movement rushing past me.It's only then that I notice I'm in my human form, I'm completely naked as I lunge into a seated position, and the sudden rush of blood to my head has my ears ringing when my hands fly up to steady my head. I feel a trickle of something tickling my upper lip, and when I go to wipe it, a smear of blood lands on the back of my hand.My jaw clenches when my eyes shoot up.The last thing I remember is Lisbon tearing my... gasping, I'm instantly stretching
WOLF “I’m not going to tell you again; get your fucking hands off, my mate!” My growl reverberates through the air; I’m seething, fueled by a carnal rage to protect Sasha at all costs, as my eyes stare daggers of fucking death straight at him. I should be glaring at Mason; I should want her dead right now; after all, she was the one who tried to kill my mate, not this fucker. But I can’t help it; he’s got his arm around what’s mine, and my beast is losing his goddamn mind, snarling, growling, and aching for the chance to end his life. Fuck. Who the fuck does he think he is? Some white witch wants to be a superhero here to save the day; it’s not fucking happening. Not with her, not a chance. He looks up from Sasha, and his eyes lock on me with a smirk, the corners of his mouth turning up like he finds this situation amusing. He still got his arm around Sasha, keeping my beast growling. MINE. He’s thrashing against my rib cage like a savage animal; he’s clawing so hard that I sw
SASHA I’m following behind Atlas and the other white lighter witch, but with every step forward, I’m basically stumbling over the long black duffle coat Atlas gave me to wear around my naked body. It’s way too big for me, I’m drowning in it. Mason suddenly sighs in annoyance from behind me when she shouts to Atlas, “Hey white witch dude,” Atlas suddenly stops as he turns around to glare at her. “It’s Atlas.” “Whatever,” She brushes him off, “She can’t walk around in your black coat, she’s of no use if she’s falling over her own feet.” Looking down at me a sudden blue spark shimmers in his eyes as his eyes meet mine, and the shiver it sends down my spine is unwanted as I narrow my eyes at him. Breaking eye contact with me he smirks before looking back up at Mason. “So what do you suggest?” He asks clearly agitated. “Right up at the front to your left is a room, it’s our laundry area, she can find some clothes in there.” Mason shrugs nonchalantly. “Atlas, we don’t have time for