Alyson's POV           "What should I feel?" I asked, avoiding looking at him. "You didn't answer my question." I had to know how badly he wanted my blood, and if he had some twisted motives for me to care for him only so that he could use me. Like Jacob had.            He was on a chair next to me, a piece of furniture that looked too small for him. He was leaning towards me, and I could feel his tawny eyes burrowing into me, wanting me to look back towards him. He reached out one of his large hands and touched my arm, pleading for me to look at him.            "Are you going to answer?" I asked.            "On that day I found you. I thought you were dead, but when I saw you move, it was as if my h

I shifted back to human form to draw my knife, but I was backed into the corner of the arena. Her large gray wolf paused with narrowed eyes at me as if only to size me up before she sprang at me. She tore open my arm with her fangs. It ripped through one of the two scars that remained from the death blows of my last life and my blood began to spill all over the ground. Her wolf form snarled with my blood in her teeth. She shifted back to a human, her mouth still reddened, her pretty face turning up in a sinister smile. This crazy bitch scared me, more than I'd been in a long time, and I couldn't quite understand it. She lunged, and I tried to jump out of her way, but she caught my foot. I fell hard to the ground. She pinned me with her larger body, and I smeared my bleeding arm against her as I tried with all my might to free myself.            "This

Ryan's POV            I had not enjoyed the feast for even a second. I could not see Dylan Harris' table to make sure he wasn't touching her or acting inappropriately. He seemed like the type.            Michael was trying to be friendly, "I guess you get your she-wolf afterall, since she won."            My temper flared, normally I would know his humor, but instead, I grabbed him by the throat. He winced, and gagged. I threw him off.            "Shut up, Michael," I said. "Don't talk about her. Ever. This whole thing is your fault." If he hadn't insisted that she fight in the games, we wouldn't be here now, and Alyson would not be sharing a table with another man. She'd denied me, and

Alyson's POV            We returned back to the Starstream pack's territory. I was so pleased to see Donna again, but Ryan disappeared till later that night.            I wasn't sure how we would act now that we were back home after spending the night together, platonically. Especially with Donna around a lot.            Ryan returned to his cabin late. His clumsy big feet seemed to trip over a few items and crash around. I got out of my bed and crept into the main room.            The smelt of alcohol hit me first.            "You're drunk?" I said.         

Alyson's POV He was snoring slightly when I woke up. My head still hurt. I gazed around my room, surprise at first to see Ryan sleeping next to me the next morning.            Then I remembered last night, how much I'd wanted him and pulled him into my bed. My face flushed with embarrassment. I knew that I was drunk but, at the same time, couldn't believe that I'd been so forward, and Ryan had calmed me and made me sleep.            I wondered what he thought of me now? I looked down at his face, so peaceful with his eyes closed. He had gorgeous eye lashes, thick, long and dark. They fluttered as he opened his eye lids revealing flashes of the bright tawny of his eyes. He sat up abruptly awaking as if surprised too, but then his expression softened at me.