woman’s grip ease. “I will come with you willingly. Don’t hurt my mate.” Her tone was even.
“You have her eyes.” Bianca shut her mouth with an audible snap. “Let’s go, and try not to make too big of a scene.”
Clearly she was the leader of the pack.
Her stupid heart lurched in her chest, suddenly feeling like she was the drum being beat on by a drummer at a rock concert. This woman spoke as if she knew her, or someone who looked like her.
They left the gathering just as the mountain of pumpkins lit up, the tourists gasping and clapping at the display. LeeLee wished she could have stayed to admire such an awesome and unique thing, but the woman pulling her across the field toward the large estate that looked more like a castle, seemed in a rush.
Memories rushed at her the closer they were to the stone entrance. The turrets were as familiar as the log home she shared with Cammie. Looking up at the top floor, she could see lights on, and knew without being told, on the side of the home there would be a large clump of trees. The ones she used to climb down. The same ones she’d used that fateful day to escape.
“Does any of this look familiar, poppet?” The woman crooned.
Love a duck, who is this woman? She looked at all the expensive cars and flower arrangements that were not natural and shook her head. Her mother never would have allowed such garish displays in their home. Knowing shifters could scent a lie, she focused on what was new. “No,” she answered truthfully.
Bianca nodded, a pleased smile breaking out on her beautiful face. Beauty was only skin deep, for she was hiding a true ugly beast inside.
Inside was completely different than what her six year old self remembered as well. “My mother is sleeping. Not feeling well you see, but I’m sure she’ll rise once I tell her I have found another member of our…shall I say, esteemed old pack.” She stopped, looking at one of the men holding Slater. “Take that one and put him in father’s den. Make sure he doesn’t wake up before we want him to. You, go have a seat in the library. I’ll go see if mother is up for a visit.”
Something about the woman’s tone had LeeLee hoping the older woman wasn’t or if she was, then their backup arrived before.
“I can’t shift. I mean, I know you know that I’m a…and you are, but I can’t. I’m not a full blood or whatever. If that makes a difference.” LeeLee held her breath.
Bianca threw her head back and laughed. “That is rich. Another bastard reject. Bar, entertain our guest, will you?” Her laughing continued to be heard even as the door closed to the library, leaving her with the hulking man named Bar.
Panicked, she licked her lips and looked around. The other pack members hadn’t followed them from the center of town. Her eyes darted around the room, and she inhaled, wondering how many shifters were in the home. The one who’d taken Slater hadn’t returned, which left her alone with Bar. He smiled, wicked looking teeth too sharp for a human appeared.
“So, you are a defective one?” His bald statement made her flinch.
“I’m not sure if I think I’m defective, just different. How about you?” Putting the length of the room between them she felt marginally better. Where was Slater, and the other man? Surely he wasn’t out still, unless the other man had…no she stopped the thought before it could take root. Her heart would cease beating if he was no longer on this earth.
He stalked her like the predator he was. His gait heavy, a slight limp she registered. She’d been in her wolf form for twenty years, and was no stranger to being the predator. LeeLee squared her shoulders. She was not a pussy, and wanted to kick her own ass for allowing herself to act as she had.
Bar’s eyes narrowed, he inhaled. “You don’t want to battle me. If we break anything the mistress will be most displeased.”
She did a quick study of the room she’d not been allowed in but a
“You have her eyes.” Bianca shut her mouth with an audible snap. “Let’s go, and try not to make too big of a scene.”
Clearly she was the leader of the pack.
Her stupid heart lurched in her chest, suddenly feeling like she was the drum being beat on by a drummer at a rock concert. This woman spoke as if she knew her, or someone who looked like her.
They left the gathering just as the mountain of pumpkins lit up, the tourists gasping and clapping at the display. LeeLee wished she could have stayed to admire such an awesome and unique thing, but the woman pulling her across the field toward the large estate that looked more like a castle, seemed in a rush.
Memories rushed at her the closer they were to the stone entrance. The turrets were as familiar as the log home she shared with Cammie. Looking up at the top floor, she could see lights on, and knew without being told, on the side of the home there would be a large clump of trees. The ones she used to climb down. The same ones she’d used that fateful day to escape.
“Does any of this look familiar, poppet?” The woman crooned.
Love a duck, who is this woman? She looked at all the expensive cars and flower arrangements that were not natural and shook her head. Her mother never would have allowed such garish displays in their home. Knowing shifters could scent a lie, she focused on what was new. “No,” she answered truthfully.
Bianca nodded, a pleased smile breaking out on her beautiful face. Beauty was only skin deep, for she was hiding a true ugly beast inside.
Inside was completely different than what her six year old self remembered as well. “My mother is sleeping. Not feeling well you see, but I’m sure she’ll rise once I tell her I have found another member of our…shall I say, esteemed old pack.” She stopped, looking at one of the men holding Slater. “Take that one and put him in father’s den. Make sure he doesn’t wake up before we want him to. You, go have a seat in the library. I’ll go see if mother is up for a visit.”
Something about the woman’s tone had LeeLee hoping the older woman wasn’t or if she was, then their backup arrived before.
“I can’t shift. I mean, I know you know that I’m a…and you are, but I can’t. I’m not a full blood or whatever. If that makes a difference.” LeeLee held her breath.
Bianca threw her head back and laughed. “That is rich. Another bastard reject. Bar, entertain our guest, will you?” Her laughing continued to be heard even as the door closed to the library, leaving her with the hulking man named Bar.
Panicked, she licked her lips and looked around. The other pack members hadn’t followed them from the center of town. Her eyes darted around the room, and she inhaled, wondering how many shifters were in the home. The one who’d taken Slater hadn’t returned, which left her alone with Bar. He smiled, wicked looking teeth too sharp for a human appeared.
“So, you are a defective one?” His bald statement made her flinch.
“I’m not sure if I think I’m defective, just different. How about you?” Putting the length of the room between them she felt marginally better. Where was Slater, and the other man? Surely he wasn’t out still, unless the other man had…no she stopped the thought before it could take root. Her heart would cease beating if he was no longer on this earth.
He stalked her like the predator he was. His gait heavy, a slight limp she registered. She’d been in her wolf form for twenty years, and was no stranger to being the predator. LeeLee squared her shoulders. She was not a pussy, and wanted to kick her own ass for allowing herself to act as she had.
Bar’s eyes narrowed, he inhaled. “You don’t want to battle me. If we break anything the mistress will be most displeased.”
She did a quick study of the room she’d not been allowed in but a
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