Silent and unresponsive, my wolf didn't react to my internal dialogue. After all, I held the reins when it came to her, or at least I would eventually. An unspoken agreement hung in the air between us—our fates were intertwined, and we had to work together. I yearned for that connection to deepen. "I need you to work with me. We're in this together, you know," I murmured softly, my words a silent plea to the enigmatic presence within.Malcom's voice cut through my contemplation, drawing me back to the present. "You seem lost in thought," he observed, his casual tone breaking through my reverie.Without preamble, I posed a question that had been gnawing at me. "Do you ever talk to your wolf?"A sly grin crossed Malcom's face. "Well, hello to you too.""Sorry, hi," I responded, realizing I hadn't exchanged many words with Malcom
"That’s when I realized I’d been asking the wrong questions. “I have to be honest, I don’t want that toxin being used against innocent people. It shouldn’t exist. You and I both know that.” He took a step toward me. “I want to tell you, I do. But if you know, you’re going to be in far too deep.” “I don’t want to know everything. But I want you to answer one question for me.” “Go ahead,” he said. “Will you be moving against Wolf Bay?” I balled my hands into fists, all the hatred I’d been harboring when I was tossed into the cave came flooding into me. It was familiar and comforting. Where had that all gone? Had it all been my wolf keeping it away? Or was I fighting it? Taking the easy way out again. I had a score to settle and I was tired of running from my past. My wolf felt like she was running circles inside me. We were finally on the same page. Greta was right, I had to let myself go there. I had blocked out the anger and rage. I’d told myself it was better to never return but
Growing up, my constant concern was how I appeared and what I wore. This preoccupation stemmed from a deep-seated desire to avoid attracting attention to myself. I rarely made an effort to enhance my appearance, refraining from wearing clothing that accentuated my figure and maintaining a simple hairstyle. Throughout my life, I carried a pervasive feeling that I needed to stay concealed, ready to withdraw if someone ever took notice of me.Yet, with Tony, all those anxieties seemed to evaporate. He created an environment where I felt safe being my authentic self. It was undeniably refreshing to have someone affirm my beauty and embrace who I truly was."Are you planning to kiss me, or will you keep gazing?" I playfully inquired.Tony responded with another playful growl as he leaped on top of me. The cot trembled and eventually gave way, causing us both to tumble to the floor. We rolled over, and now I found myself on top of him."I suppose it won't withstand both of us," he contempla
Tony adjusted and lifted my legs, making my hips turn upward and I gasped in surprise. “Oh my god.”He grinned. “That’s better, isn’t it?” He thrust again, slowly. My breath hitched. So this is what I was missing. “That feels amazing.”He picked up the pace and I started to moan, my body taking over, each thrust sending me closer to climax. Holy shit, I was wrong. This was better than foreplay.“Elisa, come for me,” he said.His words sent a thrilling tremor through me, and I couldn't help but respond. The mounting pleasure surged, and I let out a cry. He maintained his rhythm, and an endless cascade of orgasms rippled through me, one blending into the next like waves on water.Tony grunted as he reached his climax, his body trembling briefly before settling.
I was well aware that not everything I had learned was entirely accurate, but I had been instilled with the significance of the pack. It was a source of strength for shifters, providing them with bonds that reinforced their abilities. Moreover, it carried substantial weight in the eyes of our king. Packs could request resources, form alliances with other packs, and flourish as a community. Staying feral, as Tony's community did, left them in a weaker state. If they were a pack, they might have the means to establish permanent homes, schools, and infrastructure. Instead, they resided in tents."Don't lecture me about packs," he retorted."Get out of my tent," I demanded.To my surprise, he didn't argue. As he exited, I initially thought I'd be relieved to see him leave. Instead, I crumpled to the ground, my entire body trembling. I took deep breaths in an attempt to reg
We swam to the shore and did our best to shake off the water before we hurriedly slipped back into our clothes. My shorts and T-shirt clung to me, drenched from our impromptu swim, rendering my shirt almost completely transparent. At least returning to my mom's trailer had its advantages; I could pack a bag with fresh clothes. I had lost my best attire along with my bag wherever I had dropped it, but right now, I'd trade just about anything for a clean pair of underwear.Our journey back took us past Tony's dwelling. I hesitated, contemplating whether he might be there at this very moment. All the windows were dark, and I surmised there was a good chance he wasn't home, so I decided to continue walking. Danielle either didn't notice my distraction or chose to remain silent about it.By the time we reached the common area, I was shivering from the chill in the air. "Is there any chance you have an extra sh
"This can't wait," he declared."It's going to have to wait," I retorted, determined. He emitted a low growl. "Elisa..." Danielle nudged me with her elbow. "Unless someone's on their deathbed, I'm finishing my dinner." I yearned to speak with Tony, but his earlier behavior didn't fill me with confidence that our conversation would be any better than our earlier encounter.I took a bite of my hamburger. After my previous ordeal leaving Wolf Bay and going without food for several days, I wasn't about to waste a good meal. To my surprise, Tony settled onto the bench beside Danielle. The tension in the air was palpable, but I focused on my dinner, pretending his presence didn't bother me."I'm sorry," Tony finally said.All eyes turned to him, and I felt their collective gaze on me. My cheeks flushed. "You're sorry?"&nbs
"Okay," Tony said, "we have a plan. While you go there to retrieve whatever you can find, I’ll prepare what we need to break the bond. Is there a place we can meet that has strong community ties but isn’t too crowded?”“There’s an old barn on the south end of town. They have most of the ceremonies there, but it’s not used during the day,” I said.“Good, we’ll meet there once you find what you need,” he said.“How do we do it?” I asked. “Break the bond, I mean.”“Greta gave me some tips, things we can try while you’re closer to him.” He moved closer to me, and I held my breath. I could see him better out of the shadows of the trees. Even in the darkness, seeing him naked sent a wave of lust through me. I still wanted him.