The Revelation by MJ Riley Page B

can run that we won't follow.” He growled, taking the heavy tool Crowley handed him to dismantle the lock on the gates.  “First, this house. Then, we'll go after them.”
                  He'd heard from an informant in the town that one of the Douglases, a certain Luther, was expecting a wolf child. The woman had cooed stupidly over the notion, totally ignorant of the fact that the child would be a monster from the moment it entered the word, biting, clawing, ripping and killing no less than its own parents.
                  When he caught up with the wolves, he'd kill the pregnant bitch first. It wouldn't do to let another of their kind enter the world.
                  Taking a gasoline can from Madeline, he turned to the blonde at his side. She, above all the others understood his pain; and it was in her eyes that the desire for revenge shone just as brightly as it did in his own. “Shall we, lover?”
                  She smiled, the expression sending a thrill of lust through him.
                  “At your word.”
     
    **
     
                  Yuna had never liked flying. She hated going through security, hated the process of checking her bags, and most of all, she hated the idea of being stuck in a flying tin can, for hours, with no possible hope of escape.
                  Luckily for her, Luther was much calmer about the entire ordeal. Despite the fact that they were a party of eleven with a mountain of luggage, his calm guidance got them through the Spokane airport with few difficulties. While the young woman was sure that Magnus had always used intimidation as his most prevalent tool while he'd been Alpha, Luther seemed to use his charm.
                  They practically floated through security and within a few hours, they were in the air on their way to Edinburgh. From there, as Yuna understood it, there would be a train ride to the small town of Broxburn. No one in the Douglas clan had mentioned where they were going from that point, and the young woman respected their privacy too much to ask Luther. As it was, she was squirming in her seat at the prospect of an eight hour flight. It would be the longest she'd ever taken.
                  “Relax.” Luther murmured in her ear, as the attendant passed by with refreshments. “There's nothing to fear.”
                  Said he.
                  Despite her Yuna’s nervousness, the rest of the Douglases appeared completely comfortable with the chosen method of travel. They took up three rows of first class seats, and an hour into the flight, Nita and her mate were already asleep while Liam was deep in some old text about the Ripening. Viola laid her head against the window and appeared to doze, while Luther's cousins conversed in hushed voices, completely ignoring all around them. 
                  Yuna grabbed Luther's arm tightly as they passed through a pocket of turbulence and he leaned down to brush his lips across her forehead gently. “Yuna, breathe. It's not good for the baby.”
                  Ugh. The baby didn't have to endure this.
                  Still, the thought of her child was enough to comfort the young woman slightly. For the next hour, she forced herself to push aside any fear of what might happened when they reached their destination, any apprehension about the Hunters on their tails, and any terror that might accompany the thought of a birth during the ripening. Instead, she concentrated on what it would be like to have Luther's child in her arms:  a baby with dark russet hair and deep blue eyes, along with a smile that hosted perfect dimples and a gurgling laugh.
                  The vision chased her doubts away.
                  She loved Luther.
                  And she would love his child.
                  Leaning against