SableTrystan’s eyes are the most beautiful blue-green. They look like I imagine the ocean would look, and I feel like I’m drowning in them as he draws back a little, still holding my gaze.He’s such a confusing mix of conflicting pieces, this man. More of a mystery to me than any of the other three—even Dare, who I just met. Trystan often seems to look down at the rest of the world from on high, as if he’s got everything figured out and is just waiting for everyone else to catch up.But then he does things like this, and it’s like a whole other side of him emerges.A softer side.A kinder side.I want to know this side of him better. I want to understand him, to get inside his head.His hand is still cupping my cheek, and we’re gazing into each other’s eyes as if we’re the only two people in the world. But then Dare shifts slightly on one side of me, and Trystan’s body gives a little jerk as he seems to remember we’re not alone.The veneer of casual, languid confidence falls back ove
SableOver the next several days, things begin to shift between the five of us.It’s hard to believe how quickly these men have become a huge part of my life. I can barely remember when they weren’t in my life, even though it was barely two weeks ago that Ridge found me in that ravine. There are still plenty of things I don’t know about them and things they don’t know about me. But I’ve stopped holding myself back as much, letting down little pieces of the barrier around my heart.It meant more than I thought it would to tell my story out loud and have these four beautiful, protective men look at me the same way they did before they knew how fucked up my life has been.I know they all hate my uncle, and I know they all hurt for me.But they don’t look at me like I’m broken.Damaged.Ruined.They look at me like they always have, since pretty much the first moment I met them.Like I’m special.Like I’m perfect—just the way I am.It’s a balm to my soul, and their acceptance of even my
SableThe sun is setting over the mountains, already casting a purple twilight over the cabin.It’s hunting time.Since Dare’s arrival at the cabin nine days ago, he’s joined the hunting party every night. I get the sense that he likes spending time as a wolf, that he needs it, almost. A break from the stresses and strains of being a human, I guess. I don’t know.Archer gives me a sweet kiss on the cheek, and Trystan taps my nose with his finger, grinning at the way I scrunch up my face at him. Dare’s gaze lingers on me before he joins the other two in the yard.“Don’t be gone too long,” I say.“We’ll be back before you know it,” Trystan promises, before giving me a wicked smile and shoving his shorts to his ankles.A hot flush rises in my neck, and I fight the urge to fan myself as all three men disrobe in the front yard. Before I can fall into the trap of looking at things I shouldn’t be, they shimmer with the magic of the change. A moment later, three large wolves dash off into the
SableThis massive, powerful, controlled man wants me.Needs me.And I need him too.“Ridge, I…” My tongue darts out to lick my lips, tasting the addictive flavor of him on my skin. I don’t know quite what I want to say, what I want to ask for, but I hope he can understand.The wolf shifter’s amber eyes almost seem to glow in the fading light. He opens his mouth to speak when a soft noise comes from behind the cabin.He goes tense, his gaze darting to the back door.“Do you think they’re already back?” I ask, confused by his reaction. If it were only Trystan, Archer, and Dare outside, I don’t think he’d look so ready to fight. My skin prickles with unease.Ridge’s senses are on full alert. Even in human form, he looks like a wolf, with his nose in the air and his eyes unfocused as he listens to sounds well outside my range of hearing. “No. I don’t think so. That’s not anyone I know.”Fear strikes a chord within me, and I fight the urge to run. “A stranger?”Ridge catches my frightene
TrystanI never thought I’d enjoy hunting with shifters outside my pack, but these dumb fucks actually make it enjoyable.I’ve known Archer for most of my life, though not in any kind of familiar context. Just as that dude who’s dad is the dying alpha of the East Pack and who probably isn’t strong enough to take the mantle when the old man croaks.But he surprises me when we’re on the hunt. I had little doubt before that Dare was just as strong and skilled as me, but Archer is too. We work together like a well-oiled machine, evenly matched and able to anticipate each other’s moves.I fly over the undergrowth into position, forming a third point on our triangle around the herd of grazing deer. There are five of them to choose from, all with their noses in the grass in a small field, completely oblivious to the threat surrounding them. Whoever can’t run fast enough is going to be dinner.The wind carries me Dare’s scent, and I can see Archer just beyond the shadow of fading sunlight. We
SableWhen I open my eyes, there’s a steady throbbing in my head that makes me think I might explode.I can place the origin for the pain too. I remember seeing my uncle’s jacked-up truck sitting on a dirt road several miles beyond the cabin. At the sight of it, adrenaline pumped through me and turned me crazy. I knew without a doubt if I let him put me in that truck, I was as good as dead. So I kicked and punched and screamed as if my life depended on it, which it likely did.Unfortunately, my uncle’s never been one to be squeamish about silencing my screams.I saw his gun hurtling toward my temple, and that’s the last thing I remember beyond flashes of a hard floor and the rumble of his truck as he drove me away from my only means of protection.They’ll never find me.I fight back tears, because I refuse to give in to this situation. Clint won’t break me. I won’t fucking let him. I’ll fight like he’s never seen before—I’ll scream and claw and do whatever I can to hurt him before he
SableArcher moves swiftly and gracefully beneath me as we race out of town. I clutch his fur and keep my head down, though I can’t help but steal glances at our surroundings as we run.I don’t know this place, even though I lived here my whole life. My whole world was narrowed down to the house I was kept in, where each room might as well have been its own continent and my only real connection to the outside world were the books and movies I occasionally got my hands on.We pass a barber shop, a movie theater, and a bank, the latter of which is obviously closed for the night. The buildings are old but well kept, mostly stone and connected by alleyways, and there are planters full of flowers everywhere. Everything is so normal, like a quaint little movie set used for a romantic comedy.How did I come to live my own personal horror in a town this cute?I gasp as I see people coming out of a corner grocery, talking and laughing among themselves in the light pouring from the windows. A g
DareJealousy burns like fire inside me as I watch Sable kiss Ridge. It’s not a sweet, chaste kiss—it’s the kind of carnal embrace that comes before a man buries himself to the hilt inside a woman and relishes the moan he elicits when he bottoms out inside her. The exact thing I’ve been imagining since the night I found Sable on the edge of the creek looking like moonlight come to life.I clench my fists at my side and glare, my wolf growling and protesting without making a sound.That should be me.I wish like fuck it was me pressed against her, tasting her lips, my hands on her body. I’m half-tempted to rip Ridge away from her and take his place.She’s mine, my beast snarls, fighting to get loose. Mine.But I remain standing just inside the front door to the cabin, my muscles locked and rigid. I’m not here for a pissing contest. I’m here to take care of my mate—to take care of Sable—and if this is what she needs, then I won’t let anything in the world keep her from having this. Not