Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
He wasn’t supposed to cry, wasn’t supposed to show his pain. I’d held it in for a day. He’d had to do it for twelve years so his pain didn’t worry the children he’d never thought he’d have to raise alone.
He’d been raised in a harsh pack, one where no wolf was allowed emotion.
But we were emotion. It ran wild through us, drawing us together, holding our packs so much more securely than fear. Our love was our strength, and there was no room for walls between us.
I let it out again and Trent joined me, holding me tight as we rode the storm out.
Together.
Chapter Three
“So how bad is this place?” I stood on the yard of the cabin Gray had bought years before and settled my pack on my back. My jeans had survived the werewolf lovefest, but I wore what I’d been told had been Fen’s T-shirt when he was thirteen. It was way too big on me.
“Bad? It’s not at all. I mean, we’re pretty far out of town, but there’s a Jeep in the garage over there.” Trent looked deliciously rumpled. No matter how he tried to comb that hair of his it managed to look like he’d just rolled out of bed, and not alone, if you know what I mean. It was likely why he’d kept it so high and tight all those years.
We’d called Eddie half an hour before and told him we would be ready to go soon. Then we’d gotten dressed and I’d kind of made the bed up. After we’d cried some more, we’d made love again, slower this time and without all that tension between us. For me it had been proof that he’d survived. For him it seemed like a long, luxurious reacquaintance with my body. My wolf was humming with satisfaction. The human part of me was a little worried about the next couple of days we would spend in a cave. “I wasn’t talking about here. I meant where we’re going. I’ve never been in a primal nest before. I’ve only met the one, and he lived in that creepy cave. Christopher was not concerned with comfort.”
“Well, he’d died and hadn’t been through a proper turn at that point. He was more concerned with blood at the time,” Trent explained.
He was right about that. I’d met Fenrir’s biological father before the king had been brought in to take him through his turn. Vampires don’t do well when they first rise. It tends to be all fangs and blood and murder until an older vamp feeds the young dude some blood and gives him the whole orientation meeting. Lucky for Lee, his father would likely be standing right there for his turn. He wouldn’t have more than a few moments of confusion and uncontrolled blood lust. Christopher hadn’t been so lucky. “I know, but I also know that the primals have a lot in common with bats, hence the caves. Casey said something about a library. How do they keep the books dry?”
Trent’s eyes rolled. “Yeah, just wai…”
The world seemed to stop on a dime. Like someone had pressed the pause button. Everything went completely silent, and the wind that had been brushing over my skin went still. There had been crickets chirping seconds before and the sound of water moving in the distance.
And then there was a horrible nothingness.
“Trent?”
He stood there, his expression frozen in what I like to think of as his dumbass face. Someone else was the dumbass. Not Trent. Usually me.
Everything was still, and yet I knew I wasn’t alone.
“He can’t hear you.”
I turned because I knew that voice, and the woman attached to it had tried to capture me twenty-four hours before. “Olivia. What have you done to him?”
Olivia Carey had been my best friend since we were in high school. I never thought that would change. Liv was a constant in my life, one of the only constants I could absolutely count on. I knew she’d gone through a lot lately. Well, back then. Liv was a witch. She’d come into her powers as an adolescent and quickly found her place in the supernatural world. She’d been dedicated to her coven and to the light magic they’d used to help others.
Then we’d gotten into some trouble and a group of dark magic witches had stripped her of her power and she’d changed. She’d turned in on herself in a way Liv never had before. Liv was thoughtful. She was the friend who remembered birthdays and always asked how you were.
Then she’d cared about one thing and one thing only—getting her power back.
“He’s fine. He’ll barely notice what’s happened.”
I seriously doubted that. Trent’s instincts are good. “I take it this is a new power.”
Her lips curled up, but the smile wasn’t Liv’s. I didn’t know this person. “I have many new powers since Myrddin blessed me.”