Lessons on helping Bailey accept her wolf began the next morning, with the decision made that Parker and Dana would act the part of teachers instead of using strangers. The arrangement suited Parker just fine, as it would allow him to spend time with Bailey. However, he'd imagined it as a pleasant interval spent talking, and maybe flirting. He'd not counted on her fear of the whole shifting process making her ornery. It took a lot to hold back a sigh of impatience at her now millionth time repeated, "But it hurts." "I know, baby, but that's only because you're new to the whole shifting experience. Over time, you'll get used to it." Seated in the shade of a tree, away from the hustle and bustle that comprised daily life in the compound, Bailey sighed and looked down at her lap, where her fingers restlessly weaved together. "So you all keep saying. Might I say that as a pep talk it sucks? Why can't I just stay in this body? I could hide in the basement on full moo
Gavin paced Nathan's office, disturbed by the report he read. He slapped it down on the desk with a curse. "How the fuck could we not know this was possible?" "Care to explain?" Wyatt asked, seated in a casual pose. Only Gavin's long acquaintance with him let him know his friend was anything but. John, Nathan's second-in-command and pack doctor, launched into a summary. "We've been digging into Bailey's roots. We first traced her father's line since it was easy, given we had his last name and date of birth. Nothing jumped out at us. He's a born and bred American, from a long line of humans. Where it got tricky was when it came to tracing the mother." Over the last few days, as Bailey settled into pack living, Gavin and Wyatt had unobtrusively gleaned information from her on her family. What little she knew, that was. Having wanted to keep her good humor intact, and her fear at bay, they'd decided against outright questioning. It had taken longer, but Gavin consi
Falling into an enjoyable routine proved surprisingly easy, and Bailey couldn't recall ever feeling this content. Then again, she'd never had four men striving to please her at every turn. Already more than a week here and she couldn't imagine life without any of them. But that still didn't mean she'd jumped into bonding with Parker and Jaxon just yet. With Gavin and Wyatt, it had just kind of naturally happened. However, while Parker and Jaxon stole quite a few kisses-to her panty-wetting enjoyment-interruptions and distraction kept things from going any further, and she was too shy to claim them directly. At least they didn't seem to mind the wait, even if they did tease her all the time. Perhaps, if the lusts they roused weren't being satisfied nightly by Wyatt or Gavin-sometimes with both men at once-she might have given them what they so blatantly desired. Truth was, though, she liked things the way they were, and she didn't want to rock the boat or create cause for je
Parker couldn't believe it when Bailey stayed and finally embraced her beast. Even more amazing, she remained to fight alongside him. Not that he needed her aid, but he'd never tell her that, not given the courage she displayed with her actions. Pride made him howl as he took out the rogues who'd interrupted their mating tryst. Stupid, ill-timed bastards. Another fifteen minutes, tops, and he would have claimed Bailey as his own. More annoying, once he took care of these upstarts, he'd have to go back to warn Gavin, Nathan, and the others, his chance to resume where they'd left off irrevocably lost. It made him vicious, and in short order, he and Bailey were the only wolves standing. Parker called up his human half, but when he looked at Bailey-her coat a curly black like her hair-she whined. "Poor baby. Is your wolf not ready to go back in its cage? I warned you this would happen." A chuckle he couldn't help made her glare at him and bare some teeth. It m
Nervousness made her pace and gnaw at her nails while Parker, a content look on his face and his eyes hooded, watched her from his position on the couch. "They're going to be fine," he reiterated. Still, she worried. While she and her newest mate had returned more than two hours ago, made love twice, and even eaten, they'd yet to hear word on the others. Fear over their safety comprised part of her anxiety, but the other part of her angst she blamed on fear. She'd claimed Parker, her gentle giant, but how would Wyatt and Gavin react? And Jaxon, would he get angry at being the only one left? The raucous noise of their return preceded their entrance into the house, Jaxon leading the cacophony with his usual humor. Gavin strode over to her and kissed her first, followed by Wyatt. Then Jaxon tried to sneak a smooch but ended up tripped by Gavin and missing. Covering her mouth lest she laugh at his chagrin, she then watched wide-eyed as her first two mates went over and sh
"I can't wait until we take care of Roderick. I can't stand seeing her so miserable," Wyatt grumbled, feeling like a useless idiot bumbling in the darkness looking for rogues who had, once again, vanished without a trace. "Tell me about it. The whole mating bond means I feel how sad and uneasy she is all the time. It's not fair. I can't believe she'd do something to betray us," Parker added. "Not her, Roderick. I hate it as much as you guys, but I get the feeling it won't be long now. Nathan is convinced the bastard is hiding close by, and given the way he keeps jabbing at our defenses, I agree." "But where?" Wyatt griped. His frustration got the better of him, and he punched the trunk of a tree, splintering the bark. "He's got balls, that's for fucking sure." "And wolves to waste," Parker added. They lapsed into silence after that, letting themselves sink into their own thoughts as they waded through brush and bramble looking for a sign rogues had p
Opening her eyes, Bailey blinked in the dim light, staring at the cracked cement ceiling. Why did it seem so familiar? A clawed hand drags sharply across my skin. Blood beads, dripping down. He laughs, drawing near with his damned needles and his hungry mouth. Shaking her head, she tried to dislodge the memories, but faster than a speeding bullet, they filled her mind, the echoes of her past screams ringing in her head, ricocheting off the horrifying recollections that wouldn't stop coming. The cries, the screams, the blood, so much blood, and him. Roderick. Clutching at her aching skull, she rocked back and forth, but she couldn't stop the tears, the horror. He tortured me. Too much to take all at once, she sank into oblivion. Wakening a second time, Bailey moaned as she recognized the nightmarish dcor around her. I'm back. She recalled most of those forgotten days, horrific days that seemed a lifetime ago, recalled Roderick as he laughed at her misery a
Parker chafed at the delay in following the signal left by Bailey as Jaxon, the traitor, took her farther and farther from the pack. Not usually a rash man, he was ready to jump in his truck and go, but even among bloodthirsty werewolves, some preparation needed to happen. First off, the women and children left behind required protection, so some males were selected to stay and the females armed with guns. Sexist, but then again, a smaller female wolf didn't stand much of a chance against a larger aggressive male. Bullets, however, evened the odds. Once they'd squared that situation away, they ran into another. Nathan feared them leaving in a large group would alert Roderick's spies, so they slipped from the compound in vehicles that seemed empty except for drivers but were, in fact, packed with Lycans. The overflow of males ended up disgorging in towns on the way, picking up rental vehicles, dispersing their trail even more and making them less of a target if cops pulled t