struggling and lay still. With one final bone crushing snap of my jaws, I released the man and padded over to Jared. We sat there, watching the bleeding man on the ground, making sure he really died.
My wolf form melted away as I lied on the ground. The adrenaline leaving my body made me realize just how bad I hurt. The graze on my arm still bled, and my side ached as my body healed the bone and muscle damage. Every muscle in my body ached from changing twice so close together. I looked up at Jared, and my emotions came crashing forward. His British accent sounded like a rush of cold water through my veins as he comforted me, gathering me up in his arms and holding me to him as I cried.
Chapter Eight
Jared slid his black leather trench coat over my shoulders, covering me as I started to shiver from the shock.
“I don’t understand,” I muttered, looking up into Jared’s navy eyes. “Rose killed you.”
“Killed me?” He shook his head and shifted so I sat beside him. “Let’s go back to Donavan’s house and I’ll explain everything.”
I concentrated on the bonds that connected me to Damian. Monique rested as Dez tried to find a way to call Rose to blast her for sending a dragon out after us.
“A dragon. They sent a dragon out in broad daylight. What in the hell were they thinking?” Damian muttered in my mind, followed by some angry words in a language I didn’t understand.
I snorted. “No. We need to talk first. I think we’re safe for now.”
“Come on, Sarah,” Jared argued, taking my hand and trying to get me to my feet. “Let’s make sure you’re not internally bleeding from that hit and get you something to drink.”
I wouldn’t budge. I had Damian’s blood in me, and it would take more than a werewolf to get me to move when I didn’t want to. “How?” I demanded.
Jared sighed, running a hand through his shoulder length brown hair. “I’ll explain, I promise, love. I will; but first, how did you do that?”
I blinked. My mind whirled. “Do what?”
“Change. We’re not even close to a full moon.”
“Oh that. Side effects from Damian’s blood.”
A look passed through Jared’s eyes too fast for me to recognize it. “Of course.” Jared stood, holding out a hand to me. “Walk with me?” he asked softly. Jared’s arms around me felt reassuringly firm as I stumbled to my feet.
He was alive .
My mind could barely believe it as we walked parallel to Donavan’s home and away from the dead dragon. Everything I knew about the BMC told me Jared died, yet here he stood in front of me. I didn’t know why or how, but I needed to know.
“How?” I asked again as I felt tears start to well. Is he on the run like I am, having broken his contract? Or is this his new mission, and the BMC removed him from the system as a precaution?
The thought of him as the bad guy made my blood run cold as we walked. He’d easily be able to get near me, gaining my trust just to turn around and kill me . I shook my head, trying to clear those vile thoughts from my head. He loves me. No way he’d betray me.
Holding up a finger, Jared said, “In a minute,” as Damian appeared five feet in front of us. I wondered how Jared knew that Damian approached, then I remembered the first time I met him. Damian spoke in my mind, even though I never had a drop of his blood. He had probably contacted Jared himself and I never even knew.
“How is she?” he asked Jared.
“Once the shock wears off, she’ll be better.”
“She thought you died. You should have called.”
“If I had known, I would have. How long do we have until Rose realizes that the dragon is dead?”
“Hopefully, Samson,” Damian said, indicating the dead dragon, “won’t be missed for a while. Aminka is trying to see what Rose will throw at us next, but the future is murky. We’ve already had a run in with the BMC operative in charge of killing Sarah. If we find what she’s looking for, we might be able to sway her to our
My wolf form melted away as I lied on the ground. The adrenaline leaving my body made me realize just how bad I hurt. The graze on my arm still bled, and my side ached as my body healed the bone and muscle damage. Every muscle in my body ached from changing twice so close together. I looked up at Jared, and my emotions came crashing forward. His British accent sounded like a rush of cold water through my veins as he comforted me, gathering me up in his arms and holding me to him as I cried.
Chapter Eight
Jared slid his black leather trench coat over my shoulders, covering me as I started to shiver from the shock.
“I don’t understand,” I muttered, looking up into Jared’s navy eyes. “Rose killed you.”
“Killed me?” He shook his head and shifted so I sat beside him. “Let’s go back to Donavan’s house and I’ll explain everything.”
I concentrated on the bonds that connected me to Damian. Monique rested as Dez tried to find a way to call Rose to blast her for sending a dragon out after us.
“A dragon. They sent a dragon out in broad daylight. What in the hell were they thinking?” Damian muttered in my mind, followed by some angry words in a language I didn’t understand.
I snorted. “No. We need to talk first. I think we’re safe for now.”
“Come on, Sarah,” Jared argued, taking my hand and trying to get me to my feet. “Let’s make sure you’re not internally bleeding from that hit and get you something to drink.”
I wouldn’t budge. I had Damian’s blood in me, and it would take more than a werewolf to get me to move when I didn’t want to. “How?” I demanded.
Jared sighed, running a hand through his shoulder length brown hair. “I’ll explain, I promise, love. I will; but first, how did you do that?”
I blinked. My mind whirled. “Do what?”
“Change. We’re not even close to a full moon.”
“Oh that. Side effects from Damian’s blood.”
A look passed through Jared’s eyes too fast for me to recognize it. “Of course.” Jared stood, holding out a hand to me. “Walk with me?” he asked softly. Jared’s arms around me felt reassuringly firm as I stumbled to my feet.
He was alive .
My mind could barely believe it as we walked parallel to Donavan’s home and away from the dead dragon. Everything I knew about the BMC told me Jared died, yet here he stood in front of me. I didn’t know why or how, but I needed to know.
“How?” I asked again as I felt tears start to well. Is he on the run like I am, having broken his contract? Or is this his new mission, and the BMC removed him from the system as a precaution?
The thought of him as the bad guy made my blood run cold as we walked. He’d easily be able to get near me, gaining my trust just to turn around and kill me . I shook my head, trying to clear those vile thoughts from my head. He loves me. No way he’d betray me.
Holding up a finger, Jared said, “In a minute,” as Damian appeared five feet in front of us. I wondered how Jared knew that Damian approached, then I remembered the first time I met him. Damian spoke in my mind, even though I never had a drop of his blood. He had probably contacted Jared himself and I never even knew.
“How is she?” he asked Jared.
“Once the shock wears off, she’ll be better.”
“She thought you died. You should have called.”
“If I had known, I would have. How long do we have until Rose realizes that the dragon is dead?”
“Hopefully, Samson,” Damian said, indicating the dead dragon, “won’t be missed for a while. Aminka is trying to see what Rose will throw at us next, but the future is murky. We’ve already had a run in with the BMC operative in charge of killing Sarah. If we find what she’s looking for, we might be able to sway her to our
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