awaited her curbside, the back door of a taxi opened for
her.
She slid in between the two men and gave her address to the
driver. Elation and apprehension were two contradictory emotions that had no
business mingling together, but they did just that in Jane’s stomach. She was
thrilled to be with Jude and Cray. Deliriously happy to be tied to them in such
a significant and powerful way.
She was also terrified of what lay ahead for the three of
them.
They obviously shared similar feelings, because they didn’t
utter a word on the way to her apartment. When they reached her building, the
doorman did his duty and opened the back door of the car. Cray stepped out,
then turned to Jane, not allowing the doorman to continue his job and assist
her from the car. Jude paid the fare and they were just about to enter the
complex when all three of them pulled up short at the same time.
That dark and ominous sensation snaked down Jane’s spine
again.
“Let’s take a walk,” Jude suggested in a strained tone.
The disconcerting scent wafting their way was so faint, of
course a human could never catch wind of it. But they did.
Jane bade her doorman a good evening and walked along with
Jude and Cray, tightly packed between them.
Cray said, “Vincent must have followed us to Manhattan,
wondering why we’d abandoned the chase.”
“If that’s the case,” Jude said, “he would have smelled
Jane’s scent mixed with ours this evening. And now, for sure, he knows about
her.”
They walked stealthily toward the aroma that grew stronger
to their ultra-heightened senses. It felt as though Jane’s heart was lodged in
her throat, but she would show no fear.
Oh fuck. It was irrelevant for her to hide her fear.
Wolves could smell it. She’d forgotten that part.
Still, she’d made her bed. She’d do whatever she could to
stay out of immortal jeopardy, because that would only comprise her lovers’
safety. She couldn’t suffer through that again.
They rounded the corner and crossed the street to Central
Park. It was past two in the morning and there were very few people milling
about, other than the revelers who’d just left the bars and the homeless who
were looking for someplace to sleep tonight.
Their stealthy advance on Vincent morphed into a predatory
stalking. All dressed in black, they blended into the shadows as they wove
their way through a thick patch of tall trees. They neared their quarry and the
tension escalated amongst them. Jane sniffed the cool evening air…and
discovered Vincent was no longer alone.
Her hand gripped Jude’s arm. He said, “He must have formed a
new pack.”
There were at least two more werewolves in addition to
Vincent. All the wolf scents became difficult to discern and individualize for
Jane. But one thing was certain. They were no longer at an advantage. This
would be a three-on-three fight.
She swallowed down a lump of anxiety and, instead, let her
more primal nature reign.
They stopped in a dense area of forest close to the lake.
She kicked off her high heels and Jude grinned at her, despite his obvious
unease.
“You’re going to make Lara Croft look like a ninny, aren’t
you?”
“No one messes with my family,” she retorted. These were her
people now and she was determined to defend them as much as she would herself.
Not that she expected Jude or Cray to fall short in any way, shape or form. She
had no doubt they were voracious warriors in their own right.
From behind a huge elm came a silver-colored wolf with
glowing green eyes and a low snarl tearing from his lips.
Vincent .
Where the other two wolves were, exactly, she didn’t know.
She couldn’t dissect the scents enough to separate them and locate the other
two, which frustrated and alarmed her.
In a low voice, Jude said to Cray, “You stay with her.
They’ll try to attack me from the east, but I’ll counterattack.”
Jane tensed. “You can’t take on all three of them.”
Cray actually had the audacity
her.
She slid in between the two men and gave her address to the
driver. Elation and apprehension were two contradictory emotions that had no
business mingling together, but they did just that in Jane’s stomach. She was
thrilled to be with Jude and Cray. Deliriously happy to be tied to them in such
a significant and powerful way.
She was also terrified of what lay ahead for the three of
them.
They obviously shared similar feelings, because they didn’t
utter a word on the way to her apartment. When they reached her building, the
doorman did his duty and opened the back door of the car. Cray stepped out,
then turned to Jane, not allowing the doorman to continue his job and assist
her from the car. Jude paid the fare and they were just about to enter the
complex when all three of them pulled up short at the same time.
That dark and ominous sensation snaked down Jane’s spine
again.
“Let’s take a walk,” Jude suggested in a strained tone.
The disconcerting scent wafting their way was so faint, of
course a human could never catch wind of it. But they did.
Jane bade her doorman a good evening and walked along with
Jude and Cray, tightly packed between them.
Cray said, “Vincent must have followed us to Manhattan,
wondering why we’d abandoned the chase.”
“If that’s the case,” Jude said, “he would have smelled
Jane’s scent mixed with ours this evening. And now, for sure, he knows about
her.”
They walked stealthily toward the aroma that grew stronger
to their ultra-heightened senses. It felt as though Jane’s heart was lodged in
her throat, but she would show no fear.
Oh fuck. It was irrelevant for her to hide her fear.
Wolves could smell it. She’d forgotten that part.
Still, she’d made her bed. She’d do whatever she could to
stay out of immortal jeopardy, because that would only comprise her lovers’
safety. She couldn’t suffer through that again.
They rounded the corner and crossed the street to Central
Park. It was past two in the morning and there were very few people milling
about, other than the revelers who’d just left the bars and the homeless who
were looking for someplace to sleep tonight.
Their stealthy advance on Vincent morphed into a predatory
stalking. All dressed in black, they blended into the shadows as they wove
their way through a thick patch of tall trees. They neared their quarry and the
tension escalated amongst them. Jane sniffed the cool evening air…and
discovered Vincent was no longer alone.
Her hand gripped Jude’s arm. He said, “He must have formed a
new pack.”
There were at least two more werewolves in addition to
Vincent. All the wolf scents became difficult to discern and individualize for
Jane. But one thing was certain. They were no longer at an advantage. This
would be a three-on-three fight.
She swallowed down a lump of anxiety and, instead, let her
more primal nature reign.
They stopped in a dense area of forest close to the lake.
She kicked off her high heels and Jude grinned at her, despite his obvious
unease.
“You’re going to make Lara Croft look like a ninny, aren’t
you?”
“No one messes with my family,” she retorted. These were her
people now and she was determined to defend them as much as she would herself.
Not that she expected Jude or Cray to fall short in any way, shape or form. She
had no doubt they were voracious warriors in their own right.
From behind a huge elm came a silver-colored wolf with
glowing green eyes and a low snarl tearing from his lips.
Vincent .
Where the other two wolves were, exactly, she didn’t know.
She couldn’t dissect the scents enough to separate them and locate the other
two, which frustrated and alarmed her.
In a low voice, Jude said to Cray, “You stay with her.
They’ll try to attack me from the east, but I’ll counterattack.”
Jane tensed. “You can’t take on all three of them.”
Cray actually had the audacity
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