mystical
juju at his disposal. Trey rushed up each wooden slat, racing against the
clock, determined not to fail his female this time. His wolf snarled, its jaws
clenching in anticipation. Arriving at his destination, he discovered Leigh was
gone and Nathan was on the ground beneath Aldon. Sadie was bent over the two,
her arm wrapped snugly around the vampire’s waist.
“Let him go,” she ordered and fisted her fingers in Aldon’s
hair, snapping his head back.
Aldon jerked away from Nathan and reached behind him as he
rose. “You stupid little bitch.”
His nails lengthened, becoming sharp as he raked them along
Sadie’s back, tearing through her shirt and skin from mid-back to shoulder. She
didn’t scream but Trey heard her whimper. Fury consumed him, coating the world
in a haze of red. He’d kill the stupid piece of shit. Break every bone in his
goddamned body.
“Fine, we’ll do it your way,” Aldon whispered. “For now.”
A solid burst of magic sent Sadie away from Aldon and
Nathan, her slim form rushing across the distance toward him. He felt hopeless
in that moment, knowing he couldn’t shift fast enough to catch her, wishing
that somehow he could.
For once—thank God—he wasn’t left with an enormous amount of
shame as a mate.
Sadie righted herself like a cat, using momentum and speed
to rotate her torso around. He moved aside, watching in awe as she landed on
her feet. She rose with her fists balled, ready to face Aldon. She radiated
beauty and strength, a true sight to behold.
Magic blasted from her.
It felt different. Not as dark. Almost pleasant in a way.
The sensation bristled over his fur and settled comfortably against his skin.
It calmed him, soothing the wolf, giving him a sense of strength he’d lost when
she’d drank from him.
Before she could use her power or wield her magic Aldon
raised his hand, saluted her and said, “This isn’t over.”
Then he disappeared, leaving Nathan on the ground, Trey
growling at empty air and Sadie standing over the two of them—braced for war
with no adversary in sight.
Chapter Four
Protection.
Find what you need.
Sword, sword, sword.
Sadie’s training kicked in, directing her as though she were
on autopilot. Aldon could reappear at any moment. In order to defend herself
and everyone else she needed her weapon. She closed her eyes and focused,
calling on her magic. The blade she carried had been attuned to her by blood.
If it was nearby she’d sense it…
There.
She didn’t hesitate, launching herself over the railing. The
instant she landed she moved, hurrying toward the hum of magic. It didn’t
matter why Aldon hadn’t kept the sword instead of tossing it in the trash. His
stupidity equaled her gain. She saw the sheath, identifying the leather she
painstakingly oiled once a week.
Yes. This is what she needed.
The instant the hilt hit her hand she pulled the weapon free
of the casing.
Movement caught her eye. She reared back, ready to dish out
some heavy damage, sending a surge of magic down her arm and into her weapon.
She’d expected an attack. Aldon would come at her blindly, ready to take her
down immediately. What she hadn’t anticipated was Trey—naked as the day he was
born—wrapping his arms around her waist as he sank to his knees. The thrill of
impending battle had her blood pumping but Trey’s touch sent her thoughts in
another direction. A split second, the weight of his body leaning steadily
against hers, and she was doomed. She lowered her arm and peered down, gazing
at his dark hair and tanned, muscular shoulders.
She’d been so wrong.
Memories didn’t do him justice at all.
In person he was bigger, stronger—sexier.
Licking her lips, she savored the small sampling of blood
she hadn’t bothered wiping away. She should have asked for permission but she
hadn’t. When she’d bitten him earlier she’d been too focused on her hunger to
think about consideration or lust. Now, however, she was more
juju at his disposal. Trey rushed up each wooden slat, racing against the
clock, determined not to fail his female this time. His wolf snarled, its jaws
clenching in anticipation. Arriving at his destination, he discovered Leigh was
gone and Nathan was on the ground beneath Aldon. Sadie was bent over the two,
her arm wrapped snugly around the vampire’s waist.
“Let him go,” she ordered and fisted her fingers in Aldon’s
hair, snapping his head back.
Aldon jerked away from Nathan and reached behind him as he
rose. “You stupid little bitch.”
His nails lengthened, becoming sharp as he raked them along
Sadie’s back, tearing through her shirt and skin from mid-back to shoulder. She
didn’t scream but Trey heard her whimper. Fury consumed him, coating the world
in a haze of red. He’d kill the stupid piece of shit. Break every bone in his
goddamned body.
“Fine, we’ll do it your way,” Aldon whispered. “For now.”
A solid burst of magic sent Sadie away from Aldon and
Nathan, her slim form rushing across the distance toward him. He felt hopeless
in that moment, knowing he couldn’t shift fast enough to catch her, wishing
that somehow he could.
For once—thank God—he wasn’t left with an enormous amount of
shame as a mate.
Sadie righted herself like a cat, using momentum and speed
to rotate her torso around. He moved aside, watching in awe as she landed on
her feet. She rose with her fists balled, ready to face Aldon. She radiated
beauty and strength, a true sight to behold.
Magic blasted from her.
It felt different. Not as dark. Almost pleasant in a way.
The sensation bristled over his fur and settled comfortably against his skin.
It calmed him, soothing the wolf, giving him a sense of strength he’d lost when
she’d drank from him.
Before she could use her power or wield her magic Aldon
raised his hand, saluted her and said, “This isn’t over.”
Then he disappeared, leaving Nathan on the ground, Trey
growling at empty air and Sadie standing over the two of them—braced for war
with no adversary in sight.
Chapter Four
Protection.
Find what you need.
Sword, sword, sword.
Sadie’s training kicked in, directing her as though she were
on autopilot. Aldon could reappear at any moment. In order to defend herself
and everyone else she needed her weapon. She closed her eyes and focused,
calling on her magic. The blade she carried had been attuned to her by blood.
If it was nearby she’d sense it…
There.
She didn’t hesitate, launching herself over the railing. The
instant she landed she moved, hurrying toward the hum of magic. It didn’t
matter why Aldon hadn’t kept the sword instead of tossing it in the trash. His
stupidity equaled her gain. She saw the sheath, identifying the leather she
painstakingly oiled once a week.
Yes. This is what she needed.
The instant the hilt hit her hand she pulled the weapon free
of the casing.
Movement caught her eye. She reared back, ready to dish out
some heavy damage, sending a surge of magic down her arm and into her weapon.
She’d expected an attack. Aldon would come at her blindly, ready to take her
down immediately. What she hadn’t anticipated was Trey—naked as the day he was
born—wrapping his arms around her waist as he sank to his knees. The thrill of
impending battle had her blood pumping but Trey’s touch sent her thoughts in
another direction. A split second, the weight of his body leaning steadily
against hers, and she was doomed. She lowered her arm and peered down, gazing
at his dark hair and tanned, muscular shoulders.
She’d been so wrong.
Memories didn’t do him justice at all.
In person he was bigger, stronger—sexier.
Licking her lips, she savored the small sampling of blood
she hadn’t bothered wiping away. She should have asked for permission but she
hadn’t. When she’d bitten him earlier she’d been too focused on her hunger to
think about consideration or lust. Now, however, she was more
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