down further. “Not one scratch on them. Their every scream belongs to me.”
Bas gave a shake, as if to seal their words. “Not one blow that I can help.”
Stepping away, Granite drew in a deep breath, not wanting these last moments tainted. Bas was going back into treacherous territory, and though none of them would ever mention it, all were aware this could be the last time Bas would stand before them.
Bas squared his shoulders, but…it was not pure resignation that laced his features. There was a spark of excitement that should not exist in these circumstances. It was subtle, but knowing Bas as he did, to Granite it was rainbow bright. “Who is it you want to return to?”
Startled lasted a brief second, but in that second, Granite knew he was right. Bas came back to his usual self, but he did not insult Granite by denying anything. Instead, he said, “I’ll tell you later.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“Of course you will.” The elevator opened, and Bas stepped inside, the closing doors whisking him away to his dangerous assignment.
Instead of returning to the others, Granite headed off to what was almost becoming a second home to him – standing on a roof, across from an apartment building that held the fiercest, most stunning woman he’d ever known.
She was there. Feet propped up on her modern décor coffee table, with its sleek lines and chrome casing. At her feet was a cup of something, probably the tea he usually witnessed her making. In her hands was a book, though he couldn’t see the cover.
He needed to contact the wolf pack’s doctor. Bella was mated to the beta of the pack, and as far as he had seen, the female wolf was the only one his mate would let near her. Otherwise, she wanted nothing to do with Steel’s pack.
Granite needed to hear from the doctor how his mate was. Her injuries had healed, but there was more than the physical that needed tended to. His dragon beat inside him to go to her, to not let others care for his most precious mate, but he ruthlessly beat back the feelings. His dragon might want to claim her this minute, but such a thing was impossible.
Still, he had to find a way to help her, to be near her. His mate was not the type of woman who would sit back and let others do everything for her. She would rather be on the front lines fighting battles. The beatings she had taken during her captivity while trying to protect the other women told him that much.
Maybe…he could use that to bring her to him.
But he would need help.
Dragons were patient. They might not like the wait, but to claim the perfect treasure, they would do it.
Dialing on his cell phone, he waited for the “Hello?” on the other end to begin talking. “Bella? This is Granite of the Horde. I would ask you a favor…”
Chapter Two
Unexpected knocks on the door didn’t worry her.
After all, Frost had been grabbed from a photo shoot that had been booked just to kidnap her, not on her home territory. So there was no bad associations, no jump of fear inside her when fist met wood.
No, unexpected knocks at the door just really, really pissed her off these days, because it meant that she had to once again deal with some of this fucked-up supernatural bullshit she’d been thrown in.
Oh yeah, you’re a werewolf.
Oh yeah, all this Halloween, old school monster shit? Real.
Oh yeah, dragons and bears and fey, oh my.
Oh yeah, you can’t turn back. You’re in it forever now.
Oh yeah, psychics and earth magic and tarot cards and Glinda-the-Good-Witch-does-exist-plus-asshole-evil-blood-magic-use-your-insides-to-make-others-zombies-and-shit? All that’s a yep.
She breathed in deep to keep the scream at bay, to stop the overflow of curse words that wanted to come out. It would do no good anyway. Bella had told her, in a room full of huddled women, all of them in the same circumstances.
She said, “I’m so sorry.”
And in some ways, it was that moment it all came real. It became
Bas gave a shake, as if to seal their words. “Not one blow that I can help.”
Stepping away, Granite drew in a deep breath, not wanting these last moments tainted. Bas was going back into treacherous territory, and though none of them would ever mention it, all were aware this could be the last time Bas would stand before them.
Bas squared his shoulders, but…it was not pure resignation that laced his features. There was a spark of excitement that should not exist in these circumstances. It was subtle, but knowing Bas as he did, to Granite it was rainbow bright. “Who is it you want to return to?”
Startled lasted a brief second, but in that second, Granite knew he was right. Bas came back to his usual self, but he did not insult Granite by denying anything. Instead, he said, “I’ll tell you later.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“Of course you will.” The elevator opened, and Bas stepped inside, the closing doors whisking him away to his dangerous assignment.
Instead of returning to the others, Granite headed off to what was almost becoming a second home to him – standing on a roof, across from an apartment building that held the fiercest, most stunning woman he’d ever known.
She was there. Feet propped up on her modern décor coffee table, with its sleek lines and chrome casing. At her feet was a cup of something, probably the tea he usually witnessed her making. In her hands was a book, though he couldn’t see the cover.
He needed to contact the wolf pack’s doctor. Bella was mated to the beta of the pack, and as far as he had seen, the female wolf was the only one his mate would let near her. Otherwise, she wanted nothing to do with Steel’s pack.
Granite needed to hear from the doctor how his mate was. Her injuries had healed, but there was more than the physical that needed tended to. His dragon beat inside him to go to her, to not let others care for his most precious mate, but he ruthlessly beat back the feelings. His dragon might want to claim her this minute, but such a thing was impossible.
Still, he had to find a way to help her, to be near her. His mate was not the type of woman who would sit back and let others do everything for her. She would rather be on the front lines fighting battles. The beatings she had taken during her captivity while trying to protect the other women told him that much.
Maybe…he could use that to bring her to him.
But he would need help.
Dragons were patient. They might not like the wait, but to claim the perfect treasure, they would do it.
Dialing on his cell phone, he waited for the “Hello?” on the other end to begin talking. “Bella? This is Granite of the Horde. I would ask you a favor…”
Chapter Two
Unexpected knocks on the door didn’t worry her.
After all, Frost had been grabbed from a photo shoot that had been booked just to kidnap her, not on her home territory. So there was no bad associations, no jump of fear inside her when fist met wood.
No, unexpected knocks at the door just really, really pissed her off these days, because it meant that she had to once again deal with some of this fucked-up supernatural bullshit she’d been thrown in.
Oh yeah, you’re a werewolf.
Oh yeah, all this Halloween, old school monster shit? Real.
Oh yeah, dragons and bears and fey, oh my.
Oh yeah, you can’t turn back. You’re in it forever now.
Oh yeah, psychics and earth magic and tarot cards and Glinda-the-Good-Witch-does-exist-plus-asshole-evil-blood-magic-use-your-insides-to-make-others-zombies-and-shit? All that’s a yep.
She breathed in deep to keep the scream at bay, to stop the overflow of curse words that wanted to come out. It would do no good anyway. Bella had told her, in a room full of huddled women, all of them in the same circumstances.
She said, “I’m so sorry.”
And in some ways, it was that moment it all came real. It became
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