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46. Cyrus
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Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 47. Hope
After leaping onto Cal and smothering him in rabid affection it took me a minute for me to truly take stock of what was happening. It wasn’t the romantic moment I had hoped for. He still smelt of that warm oak and cinnamon, his crazily rumpled messy brown curls immediately filled my head with images of washing him down in a huge bubble bath.But his arms didn't wrap around me, pressing his body to mine. No swearing to never let me go again. Instead he stood stiffly, somehow taller. His abs and v-line as sharply defined as ever and when I kissed his cheek it had the same deliciously stubbled roughness I adored.But everything felt strange. Foreign. He didn’t yield under my touch; he remained as immovable as a statue.His hands rested on my hips, keeping me at a distance. His dark eyes were not fixed on me, but instead on the crumpled figure of my father. The atmosphere of the room was so strange I wanted to turn around, walk out and scream at them to try again. What the hell is happen
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 48. Cal
I’ve never been the kind of guy who is lost for words before. Talking myself into trouble has been more of a problem in the past. I was still reeling from Howen’s insane suicide note when Hope flew into the room. Well, someone who looked like a Hope from a different fucking planet. How can two weeks apart leave her so broken, reduced? The ghost of Hope flew into that room.Even her scent is weaker. Where are the freesias that could knock me off my feet?The sight of her made me seize from head to toe in the worst possible way. Her questions flew at me, her voice so manic and frantic I couldn’t even begin to process what a good answer would be. Stuck in here with Howen, it had been a silent, poised standoff. I’d basically read a letter and insulted him. Now I had a flailing, screaming, grabbing, crazy-eyed whirlwind and my new found ability to stay conscious was being severely tested.Of course I saw the scars on her arms straight away. Those silvery lines just echo pain. Because o
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 49. Hope
I lied to Cal. His shoulder is in an absolute state. I could actually see the tendons knitting back together, his wolf’s work in action. How he was even standing up is a miracle. It looks like it got infected, and then, in digging out the stray bullet pieces, they decided to do it with a jagged ice cream scoop. I stare at it for longer than I should. I feel sick knowing that had I been allowed to look after him, he would never have been left in this state.I know I’m a hypocrite. I shouted at him for not talking, then he started to mutter some words, and I told him to shut up. But I guess neither of us is our normal selves. When he passed out again, there was nowhere for me to sleep but near to his chest. So I curled into a ball and tried to get some rest.When I woke up, I was holding his huge arm. I looked up at him in panic and saw his eyes were still shut. The steady rise and fall of his chest, he must still be sleeping. Then I gasped to realise I had clamped his fingers in betw
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 50. Mireille
Waking up and finding Cyrus still there was almost a greater relief than realising I could fit his knot inside me. Last time, I woke up alone. This dawn feels like the start of something special. Tucked up warm surrounded by furs and pelts, we resembled a couple of hunter-gatherers. My fearsome caveman lies tamed, his huge chest and powerful legs filling the space around me. To my immediate regret, the marks I left on his body have already healed up. The depressing black and grey tattoos remain. My face is staring directly into an artistically shattered skull.Quick flashes of my actions and words came back, and I could feel my face lighting up like a flare.Oh Goddess, I really did mock Raze whilst showing off my pink ass and knot-crammed core? Never in a thousand years, not in all the romantic daydreams I had of falling in love, did that one fall into the playbook. But mixed in with the embarrassment was a strange pride. Raze entered that storage room with the sole intention of r
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 51. Cyrus
I’m more nervous about this than anything else we’ve done together in the last twelve hours. Alone, just us, I feel like a king. Like the past really could be forgiven. Every time I call her angel, I see the pink, hazy lust flicker across her iris, and I lose all control. My sense of right and wrong evaporates. All that matters is her happiness.I should probably tell she’s the only girl I’ve ever actually knotted. The only girl I’ve ever spoken to like that. There was no other angel before her. It’s not some repetitive thing I liked saying to women. She brings out this side to me that I always thought needed locking away. My wolf is so proud of her. He preens and acts like he's the strongest alpha in town, all to impress Mireille.When she said she wanted to be called an angel, encouraging me with those flush little cheeks, I had to warn my wolf not to knot her again. Only because I don’t want to make her sore. Shifter healing is remarkable, but it’s not infallible. Otherwise, I’d
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 52. Mireille
Cyrus was meant to die. The stew was rigged for him, and the realisation left me breathless. I stare as Cyrus kneels down, trying to help Brody. I know he shouted at me to run, but I am trapped in limbo, surrounded by howls and screams. Struggling to my feet, finding a table for support, I slowly walk around it, away from Brody’s twitching flinches. Silently wishing that backing away from the scene would make it less real. It didn’t stop Brody convulsing towards a painful, lingering death. In between Cyrus and I, Ryan cradles his brother's head, the red and white remnants of foam sputtering onto his pant legs. Rocking back and forth, he strokes Brody’s tattered blonde hair and kisses the dark shadows around his eyes. The closest family he has in the world murdered for nothing. Because Cyrus lacked a spoon and Brody was in a bad mood and couldn’t be bothered to get his own food. He’d been grouchy all day during our shift, but we hadn’t thought anything of it. Four months into life
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 53. Hope
“We can fight later,” Cal had murmured before he fell back asleep. He was so infuriatingly right. We repeated the same arguments. Cal’s vicious need to spill blood versus my refusal to be part of it. We were at a stalemate but at the same time agreed on other things. Together we took action. Roughly searching through my fathers possessions I found paper and pens. Writing, “SEND REAL FOOD,” I slid it under the locked door. We even hi-fived as I flopped back into the bed alongside him. Together this bedroom has formed a strange mini-world, just the two of us. Sleeping, arguing, silently holding each other on repeat. When the scent of freshly cooked steaks, potatoes and vegetables wafts into the room Cal chuckles at how quickly I fly into getting the broken knife blade out of the door. “You’re doing that quicker than when I was trapped in here,” he pointed out sarcastically. “You…are not a steak,” I remind him tartly, on my knees fiddling with the lock. “Should have asked for panca
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 54. Cal
It took being alone in the Howen’s room, separated from her heartbeat, scent, and infuriating attitude to realise I was holding onto nothing of value. Vengeance is just an empty-handed concept if it leaves me alone in a room like this. I’m not saying I wouldn’t take an excuse to beat Reu to a pulp, but if it came with the price of living like this, a bed with no spark, then what would I achieve? The rush of victory would soon diminish. Every passing day afterwards I’d feel less satisfied with my choice. Whereas I know every day with Hope will be a blessing. Whilst she showered, I rolled my damaged shoulder, lifting it up, squeezing my hand and returning it to the pillows. It's seriously improved. Just being around Hope is helping. Maybe my wolf is spurred on by the presence of hers, but something is definitely happening. Perhaps it’s eating proper food. That steak alone could resurrect the dead. Either way, when I saw her struggling with the thick, matted red locks, I was
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