Bonds of Fire: The Bellum Sisters 2 (paranormal erotic romance) by T. A. Grey Page A

few dared to use such an attitude with their Alpha, let alone question his mate. That she was only bitter because she’d pursued him for years almost made him angry enough to shout. As his father had taught him though, one cannot rule in anger; one cannot lead a pack with rage in the heart.
    Lyonis spoke calmly even though her nasty attitude made him want to reprimand her. “Willow has not yet taken that step with me, but she will. She is still unaccustomed to our ways.”
    Amy’s eye narrowed with a flare of victory. “Because she isn’t one of us! She’s isn’t a shapeshifter.” Lyonis nodded in agreement.
    “Yet the bond I feel for her can no more be ignored than the moon rising each night. I hope that one day you will feel the same thing, Amy. Let’s try to focus on what’s really important right now. A pack member is missing.”
    Her mouth clamped shut as a mortified blush stole over her. Lyonis got into his truck and took off for home.
     
    * * *
     
    There was that sound again.
    “Stop it,” Willow grumbled. She snuggled deeper into the fluffy covers but the sound only got louder, more persistent.
    With a growl, she tossed back the covers and stomped downstairs to the front door.
    Throwing it open she yelled, “What?”
    Some man was there, one she’d never seen before. He didn’t look like a shapeshifter but had long platinum blond hair that nearly reached his waist and an aristocratic nose with slender lips. He was handsome in a stark, aristocratic kind of way.
    He smiled wryly. “Willow Bellum, I take it.”
    She smiled sarcastically back. “Indeed.”
    He chuckled at her and her shoulders started to relax from their tense position. “My name is Draven. I was sent here as your own special guardian by Chloe and Tyrian.” Willow crossed her arms and started tapping her foot on the ground.
    “Oh really? As if I don’t have enough guards watching me around here let alone some Alpha hounding me.”
    He only shrugged. “I don’t want to be here either, but I have my orders. I’m staying in one of the guesthouses on Fifth Street in case you need me. I’ll be around often, so if you need me just say my name.”
    “How the fuck am I supposed to have any privacy around here with a posse following me around?” His lips twitched with a smile.
    “I have some good news in that regard. See I work directly under Commander Tyrian because I’m half demon.”
    Willow scrubbed a hand over her face. Obviously it was too early in the morning. “Say what? He kills demons for a living.”
    “Nah, we have rules of engagement for that sort of thing. We mostly just push them back under the rift. See, I have a special ability thanks to my demon mother.”
    His hand reached out and Willow jumped back. She frowned at his grin but he only touched the door with his hand fingers spread wide. Willow’s jaw dropped as the door disappeared completely before her eyes.
    “What the fuck,” she said astonished. He pulled his hand back but still the door was gone leaving only an empty doorframe.
    He grinned at her. “Go ahead, touch it.” She cast him a quick glance and thought that’s what she said with a chuckle.
    Reaching out hesitantly, she gasped as she felt the hard of the door. “You turned it invisible,” she said with wonder. She felt all around, finding the doorknob and peephole, but to her eyes she was patting an invisible space.
    “Yes.”
    “That’s amazing.”
    “Yah, it is. So I’ll be around and literally you won’t see me.”
    “Is that really necessary though?” she asked.
    He nodded. “Yes, if any of the shapeshifters are dangerous I’ll be able to see it before it happens. So as I said before, just say my name and I’ll hear it if you need me.” Draven touched the door once more and it reappeared before she could blink. Wow.
    Willow sighed. “I guess this is better than the damn shapeshifters watching me behind the corners.” She peeked her head over Draven’s shoulder and yelled,