"Has he said anything?" “I haven’t gotten any answers out of him yet.” Eric sighs and looks at me. “I think this is what Moonshine Wolves look like.” “Take him to the dungeons. Make sure he is secured. We will ask questions. Until then, this goes no further!” I snap “What about Neah?” Eric asks
Dane Turning back to her, she is staring at me with those big blue eyes. Her bottom lip quivers a little as she waits for my answer. I didn’t want her to go, but what if she was one of these beasts? What would I be letting myself in for? “Are….Are you going to kill me?” She asks again “No.” It di
“What the fuck is a Lycan?” Eric snaps “Exactly what you saw. Part Wolf, part human.” His blue eyes move to mine. “Did you get her out?” “What do you mean, true brother?” I demand “Neah only has one brother and Trey isn’t him.” “Don’t bullshit me!” “I will tell you everything.” He stretches out
Neah His face wrinkled up into a mixture of surprise and confusion. Maybe there was even a little hint of anger there. But I just wanted to know where I stood with him. My life at Moonshine, although unbearable, was predictable. I knew what I was supposed to be doing and when I was supposed to be
“Good. Now that is out of the way. You can come with me.” He holds a hand out expectantly, patiently waiting as I take it. “Where are you taking me?” I mutter, a sudden surge of panic races through me. “I told you, training would start when you are healed.” Walking across the grounds, he keeps hi
Neah He leans over me as I press my back into the wall. His eyes hover on mine and move down to my lips. He makes a quick move and presses his lips to mine and this time, I don’t flinch. Alpha Dane pulls back, “Do you trust me?” He asks in a gentle tone “Yes.” I whisper “We can go slow.” he whis
Dane She had gone back to her protective state. Barely talking and when she did, it was either ‘yes’, ‘no’ or that phrase that I hate, ‘I’m fine’. She had completely shut down and I can’t even figure out what it was that I had said. I had only told her the truth. Was the truth too much for her? In
“Have you told her?” He asks quietly as his boys run across the grounds, racing each other. “No.” “I take it she still isn’t talking to you, then?” “No.” He nods. “Remind me, why haven’t you told her? That dickhead is dead. She has no tie to anyone, she’s yours to claim.” “It’s complicated.” I