sweat. Her violet eyes stared back at her from her reflection but didn’t have the same spark they’d once had.
She was dying.
That had to be it.
Damn him.
Damn that stupid dragon.
She’d had a crush on the man since she was barely eighteen, and now the crush had transformed into something that wasn’t normal. She might have fallen in love with the man he was and the dragon she knew he hid from her, but that didn’t mean he loved her back.
Since the lightning had struck, she’d been forced to stand back and watch as her friends found the loves of their lives. Shade hadn’t waited long to declare himself for Lily. Ambrose had been gone for a year because of his council and had fought back to be by Jamie’s side. Balin had risked his life without even knowing who Jamie was before he made her his. Nadie knew Hunter would claim Becca any day now—once he knew it was safe.
Yet Dante had done nothing.
Oh, she knew that connection, that cord that could bring them together was there, but he ignored it. He stood back and watched as her once-vibrant self had faded to almost nothing.
She lashed out, and he’d taken it with nothing but a look of sorrow.
What did he have to feel sorrowful about?
He was killing her with his lack of action, and she was weak enough to take it.
Well, no more.
She slammed her hands on the sink and cursed.
She was done with waiting for a man who wouldn’t have her. He might be her true half, but that didn’t mean it was his decision.
She’d walk away or find another way.
Dante was hers, and she’d either have him or find another way to live.
She wouldn’t wallow anymore.
She had to be stronger.
Chapter Five
Hunter wasn’t sure he would be able to wait any longer for Becca to give in to their mating. It had already been two weeks since he’d come to her and told her it was time. In retrospect, telling a human—a human woman —that their mating had to occur right then might not have been the best thing to do.
No, she’d told him they’d have to take it slow, so that’s what he was doing.
Dating her slow and steady would have been okay if he’d been human. Eating meals, watching movies, and doing other things in public was nice, but his wolf was on edge. He spent every night with her.
Watching.
Waiting.
Enjoying.
He’d do anything for her, but hell, he needed a cold shower or a quick dip in the lake after each date.
Waiting, however, was killing him.
He was a wolf, not a man, so standing back and watching her take her time and do…human things made him feel as though he was betraying his animal half. He knew that wasn’t the case, but it didn’t help matters that all he wanted to do in her presence was strip her down and feast on her sweet taste.
Apparently that would be moving too fast.
On four paws rather than two feet, Hunter ran through the forest, letting his wolf take over. They were on their sanctioned full moon hunt. They ran as a Pack, rather than the disillusioned men and women they were quickly becoming.
Contrary to the popular lore, their wolves didn’t need to turn at the full moon and could turn when they needed as long as they had the energy. The more dominant the wolf, the faster they could change and the less recovery time they needed. Though each change hurt like a bitch due to the fact they were literally rearranging their bones and tissues, they pushed through it because it was in their nature.
Some of the more submissive wolves could change as quickly as a more dominant wolf because their power sat differently. They were the strongest of the submissives, something that not everyone understood.
Also unlike what was stated in the lore, they weren’t vicious beasts—half man, half wolf—who walked on two legs and looked like horror movie rejects. No, they looked like wolves and were only slightly bigger than their animal counterparts. Most people couldn’t even tell the difference. They ran in a wide array of natural colors and
She was dying.
That had to be it.
Damn him.
Damn that stupid dragon.
She’d had a crush on the man since she was barely eighteen, and now the crush had transformed into something that wasn’t normal. She might have fallen in love with the man he was and the dragon she knew he hid from her, but that didn’t mean he loved her back.
Since the lightning had struck, she’d been forced to stand back and watch as her friends found the loves of their lives. Shade hadn’t waited long to declare himself for Lily. Ambrose had been gone for a year because of his council and had fought back to be by Jamie’s side. Balin had risked his life without even knowing who Jamie was before he made her his. Nadie knew Hunter would claim Becca any day now—once he knew it was safe.
Yet Dante had done nothing.
Oh, she knew that connection, that cord that could bring them together was there, but he ignored it. He stood back and watched as her once-vibrant self had faded to almost nothing.
She lashed out, and he’d taken it with nothing but a look of sorrow.
What did he have to feel sorrowful about?
He was killing her with his lack of action, and she was weak enough to take it.
Well, no more.
She slammed her hands on the sink and cursed.
She was done with waiting for a man who wouldn’t have her. He might be her true half, but that didn’t mean it was his decision.
She’d walk away or find another way.
Dante was hers, and she’d either have him or find another way to live.
She wouldn’t wallow anymore.
She had to be stronger.
Chapter Five
Hunter wasn’t sure he would be able to wait any longer for Becca to give in to their mating. It had already been two weeks since he’d come to her and told her it was time. In retrospect, telling a human—a human woman —that their mating had to occur right then might not have been the best thing to do.
No, she’d told him they’d have to take it slow, so that’s what he was doing.
Dating her slow and steady would have been okay if he’d been human. Eating meals, watching movies, and doing other things in public was nice, but his wolf was on edge. He spent every night with her.
Watching.
Waiting.
Enjoying.
He’d do anything for her, but hell, he needed a cold shower or a quick dip in the lake after each date.
Waiting, however, was killing him.
He was a wolf, not a man, so standing back and watching her take her time and do…human things made him feel as though he was betraying his animal half. He knew that wasn’t the case, but it didn’t help matters that all he wanted to do in her presence was strip her down and feast on her sweet taste.
Apparently that would be moving too fast.
On four paws rather than two feet, Hunter ran through the forest, letting his wolf take over. They were on their sanctioned full moon hunt. They ran as a Pack, rather than the disillusioned men and women they were quickly becoming.
Contrary to the popular lore, their wolves didn’t need to turn at the full moon and could turn when they needed as long as they had the energy. The more dominant the wolf, the faster they could change and the less recovery time they needed. Though each change hurt like a bitch due to the fact they were literally rearranging their bones and tissues, they pushed through it because it was in their nature.
Some of the more submissive wolves could change as quickly as a more dominant wolf because their power sat differently. They were the strongest of the submissives, something that not everyone understood.
Also unlike what was stated in the lore, they weren’t vicious beasts—half man, half wolf—who walked on two legs and looked like horror movie rejects. No, they looked like wolves and were only slightly bigger than their animal counterparts. Most people couldn’t even tell the difference. They ran in a wide array of natural colors and
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