Rushing directly to Layon's office at the manor, Jason found it empty and followed his best friend's scent from the door of the study through the manor and out into the gardens where he found Layon and Angel walking up the lawn from the copse of trees beyond. A wave of jealousy hit Jason the moment he thought of the fact that the two of them had likely been sharing a shift, transforming into wolf form and frolicking through the trees with little care for anything else. He would have given anything to do that with Lara. We've come a long way from hating each other’s guts, he realized, his insides twisting as he half wished he could go back to a time before he had approached Lara at the Silver Moon Bar, before he had helplessly fallen for her, before his wolf finally realized that she was his… Growling to himself to stop getting distracted, he began to race down the lawn toward Layon and his mate, determined to finally make them listen. "Whoa, Jason! You smell like a trash heap!" An
“Jason?” Lara groaned, barely able to lift her head when she distantly heard voices. Having been hallucinating due to the lack of food anddehydration, she had no idea whether she was actually hearing anything at all. The heart palpations she had been experiencing for the last day or so were growing worse and her hands and feet were so numb that she could nolonger even move her fingers or her toes.Yet she was holding on to hope, praying that the next time the basement door opened it would be Jason coming to rescue her. She strained her ears trying to listen beyond the door and to the floor above and when she did, she heard the words. “We’ve caught one of them.”Her heart instantly skipped a beat before continuing with its annoying, off-rhythm beating. Trying to wriggle just a few inches to move closer to the door, to be able to hear just a little better, she strained her ears as much as she could.A second voice sounded, “He wants to speak with you.” Lara’s skin began to crawl
He wasn’t sure whether his reckless plan was a good one or not, but as he was shoved out of the warehouse, Jason realized it was too late to turn back. After having allowed himself to be caught on the foreign pack’s territory, he faced down against their alpha with no trouble at all. What came next, however, might prove to be twice as difficult. Struggling to remain calm as he was led out into a barren field at the edge of the estate, he tried to reach out with his mind, feeling for Lara’s mind just as he had felt her when her wolf had been calling to him. Even as he was lashed to a post with wolfsbane-soaked rope, all he could think about was Lara. Was she alright? Was she in as bad a state as she had been the last time he had seen her? Was she even conscious? Because he certainly couldn’t sense her right now as he faced off against the three werewolves who had been ordered to ‘test’ him. He didn’t like the thought of whatever it was they were about to do to him and from the wol
The next time the basement door opened, Lara was confused. The last thing she had heard before she passed out from sheer exhaustion and dehydration had been Tyson and his men leaving behind Jason and the others. No footsteps thundering above her head had woken her as they usually did when she passed out because even exhausted and hallucinating,she was still on edge and prepared for whatever else would be thrown at her.What she wasn’t prepared for at all was Jason creeping down the basement steps toward her. She smelled his scent almost as soon as heopened the door, laced with blood and herbs, and she guessed that whatever had happened after he had been brought in front of Tyson, it had been quite painful.At least this time he had brought a torch with him, and when he crouched before her, he laid it on the floor so that they could see each other.She bit her lip the moment she caught sight of him. His clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over him, the
It had been a few hours since Jason first infiltrated the foreign pack. He knew so because he kept glancing at his wristwatch whenever he believed that nobody was watching. Having snuck out from seeing Lara in the nick of time before Tyson returned for whatever twisted game he had planned for her next, he had found his way up to the second floor of the main building. He quickly learned that he had been right the first time he entered the warehouse. He had really heard women and children on the floor above his head when he first entered. Moving among their ranks, Jason quickly came to realize that there were actually many more women and children than there were men in the pack. The men could have been counted on his two hands and so he did, counting only nine of them including Tyson. Whether there were more elsewhere, Jason couldn't be sure. But for every man, there was a woman and a few more besides. Each woman seemed to have young children or even a babe in their arms. All looke
Lara was more than a little relieved that she didn't have to tell Jason what she needed aloud. He already seemed to know, and she got the sense that he had learned so from her wolf. The beast was practically on her back, whimpering with submission and desire even as Jason converged on her and took her into his arms. Lara could only imagine how ridiculous it would have been if she were a fragile, delicate human who had been tied up and held captive for over a week, but she wasn't human and from the moment she felt Jason's palms cup her face, she felt energy surging back into her limbs. Though her hands and feet still ached from being tied up so long, she was finally able to stand on shaking legs with her palms pressed against Jason's chest for support. She could feel the torn shreds of his t-shirt, but beneath them his wounds were almost entirely healed and she could feel the strength pulsing throughout his entire body. Soon it would pass from him to her. Yet she could feel him holdi
Upon returning to the floor of the warehouse where the women and children had been spending most of their time, Jason quickly realized that several of them had disappeared while the children cowered in several small groups, dotted around the room. At the sight of them doing so, Jason began to feel sick. The thought that any of these children should be fearing for their lives made him angry and nauseous. Tyson should be ashamed of himself, Jason thought, thinking not just of the children’s living conditions but also just how close they were to a prisoner of the pack, living and experiencing things that no child should ever have to witness. I should be ashamed of myself too, Jason realized with some disgust. If not for him finding Tyson’s pack, the Silverdale wolves wouldn’t be trying to knock down their front door right now. Yet deep down he knew that he had little choice. The children whimpered and one of them even screamed, a baby beginning to cry as the sounds of battle began t
Wholly prepared for Tyson coming to get more information or even just to have a little fun, Lara was more than a little surprised when Jason arrived once more in the basement. Having thrown herself down onto the chair at the sound of footsteps above her head, placing her feet beside the chair legs and her arms upon the rests as if she were still tied to the damned thing, she jumped up with relief the moment that Jason’s familiar scent wafted down the stairs with the opening of the door. Yet even as he hurried down the stairs toward her, the scent of another werewolf hit her nostrils and she quickly dropped back down onto the chair, half-expecting another to follow him inside. Though she desperately wanted to cry out to him to make sure that he was okay, she held her breath waiting until the door slammed shut behind him, surrounding them in darkness, and all Lara could hear was the sound of a single set of footsteps coming down the stairs. “Jason, what the hell is going on?” Lara d