“What do you plan on eating while you’re in the wild? I’m sure your Fated won’t relish the thought of donating blood for the cause, and you’ll grow weak if you attempt to sustain yourself on animals.”
“If she won’t allow me to drink from her, I will use charms to transport back to feed,” he answered uncomfortably, knowing the direction Ian was headed. “I’ve already discussed the possibility with Lucian.”
“And when you hit the enchanted barrier? What then?”
The enchanted barrier—a magikally shaded and mostly uninhabited area that kept the child and the secret of his whereabouts hidden. It was necessary so none could find him. It was also the reason Bridon couldn’t simply warp from here to there with Willow, making travel on foot mandatory. The barrier sensed any magik or magikal ability, including transporting. Once that happened, the portal would move, and they’d have to make a longer journey to their destination.
“By the time we reach the masked area, the moon will be full in the sky. She won’t be able to deny me, even if she wants to.” He lifted his face, met Ian’s shining blue eyes, and stated, “She’ll be too far gone.”
* * *
“Damn him!” Willow snarled. Her body felt entirely wrong, keyed up but not in a “let’s wrestle” kind of way.
Eager to distract herself, she went to the armoire and snatched the first pair of jeans in sight, along with a clean white T-shirt. She didn’t bother with the simple questions, like how in the hell Bridon knew her size or when he had time to go shopping, as she snagged a black lace bra and a matching pair of panties. With the garments in hand, she went to the wadded pile of clothing Bridon had stripped her of. She found what she was looking for and quickly slid the small capsule into the pocket of the jeans.
She wasn’t supposed to want Bridon this much; it wasn’t natural. Damn the Fates.
Many times in the past when she decided to wallow in self-pity, she thought of her brother, Micah. If he wasn’t strong enough to resist the Fated compulsion, how the hell was she supposed to? Everyone knew Micah would overthrow their father before the alpha passed down the throne. It was only a matter of time. The old man was too power hungry and far too controlling with his people. If only Micah had never fallen in love with that filthy blood drinker. Things would have been so different.
“Yeah, right,” she muttered. Once she walked into the bathroom, she tossed the clothing onto a nearby counter and came to terms with the fact she was little different from her sibling. “Like you have any right to judge!”
She turned the water in the shower to extra hot before stepping inside and retrieving a plush washcloth and a bar of lavender soap. After making sure the cloth was good and soapy, she scrubbed the material roughly across her skin. She focused on all the areas Bridon had touched, until the punished flesh was almost raw and burned. The oracles were right. She would betray her kind, giving herself over to a fucking vampire of all things.
She closed her eyes, confused and torn. She never expected to feel this way or to ache for him so terribly. Even with the damned collar, she felt an inner part of her yearning for the same thing. Her wolf might not come to the surface to aid her in escaping, but it had no such qualms about allowing her to know it approved of Bridon.
The damned bitch!
Snatching the rag once more to punish her skin, she tried to accept there was little else she could do. Her father’s plan had failed. Not only had he not arrived in time to rescue her, but with the pendant now gone, he couldn’t locate her either. That meant one thing, the last resort and a final promise to her alpha.
She let the rag fall to the floor and rested her head against the tiles. She didn’t understand why Bridon had kept her nephew alive. Now her main source of regret was that she would never meet Deacon or save him from what she
“If she won’t allow me to drink from her, I will use charms to transport back to feed,” he answered uncomfortably, knowing the direction Ian was headed. “I’ve already discussed the possibility with Lucian.”
“And when you hit the enchanted barrier? What then?”
The enchanted barrier—a magikally shaded and mostly uninhabited area that kept the child and the secret of his whereabouts hidden. It was necessary so none could find him. It was also the reason Bridon couldn’t simply warp from here to there with Willow, making travel on foot mandatory. The barrier sensed any magik or magikal ability, including transporting. Once that happened, the portal would move, and they’d have to make a longer journey to their destination.
“By the time we reach the masked area, the moon will be full in the sky. She won’t be able to deny me, even if she wants to.” He lifted his face, met Ian’s shining blue eyes, and stated, “She’ll be too far gone.”
* * *
“Damn him!” Willow snarled. Her body felt entirely wrong, keyed up but not in a “let’s wrestle” kind of way.
Eager to distract herself, she went to the armoire and snatched the first pair of jeans in sight, along with a clean white T-shirt. She didn’t bother with the simple questions, like how in the hell Bridon knew her size or when he had time to go shopping, as she snagged a black lace bra and a matching pair of panties. With the garments in hand, she went to the wadded pile of clothing Bridon had stripped her of. She found what she was looking for and quickly slid the small capsule into the pocket of the jeans.
She wasn’t supposed to want Bridon this much; it wasn’t natural. Damn the Fates.
Many times in the past when she decided to wallow in self-pity, she thought of her brother, Micah. If he wasn’t strong enough to resist the Fated compulsion, how the hell was she supposed to? Everyone knew Micah would overthrow their father before the alpha passed down the throne. It was only a matter of time. The old man was too power hungry and far too controlling with his people. If only Micah had never fallen in love with that filthy blood drinker. Things would have been so different.
“Yeah, right,” she muttered. Once she walked into the bathroom, she tossed the clothing onto a nearby counter and came to terms with the fact she was little different from her sibling. “Like you have any right to judge!”
She turned the water in the shower to extra hot before stepping inside and retrieving a plush washcloth and a bar of lavender soap. After making sure the cloth was good and soapy, she scrubbed the material roughly across her skin. She focused on all the areas Bridon had touched, until the punished flesh was almost raw and burned. The oracles were right. She would betray her kind, giving herself over to a fucking vampire of all things.
She closed her eyes, confused and torn. She never expected to feel this way or to ache for him so terribly. Even with the damned collar, she felt an inner part of her yearning for the same thing. Her wolf might not come to the surface to aid her in escaping, but it had no such qualms about allowing her to know it approved of Bridon.
The damned bitch!
Snatching the rag once more to punish her skin, she tried to accept there was little else she could do. Her father’s plan had failed. Not only had he not arrived in time to rescue her, but with the pendant now gone, he couldn’t locate her either. That meant one thing, the last resort and a final promise to her alpha.
She let the rag fall to the floor and rested her head against the tiles. She didn’t understand why Bridon had kept her nephew alive. Now her main source of regret was that she would never meet Deacon or save him from what she
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