“Torrance told me that Lycans are incredible trackers,” she said when he was done, her quiet voice thick with emotion. “Why couldn’t the pack find the ones who were responsible?”
“The night Elise was attacked, it was storming. The rains washed any traces of scent away, and there was nothing to track. It was just pure luck that Eli managed to find one of them.”
“I didn’t pick up the scent of another male,” Razl said, scraping his palm over his jaw as he stood near the fireplace.“Just Max and Eddie.”“I must have just forgotten to shut the door behind me this morning,” Elise murmured, sounding as if she was trying to convince herself it was true.
It took no more than a second for Razl to have Glenn’s throat in his grip, then slam him down backward on the hood of the nearest parked car with a bone-jarring thud.“You so much as even look at my sister,” he said in a low, deadly rasp, leaning over and getting right in the bastard’s face, “and I’ll take your fucking head off. We clear on that?”
They turned at the next corner, heading left, and passed a group of children who were playing in one of the yards, running through a sprinkler. The kids waved at Razl, and he started to wave back, until one of the mothers sitting on the front porch of the house caught sight of him and started shooing the kids inside.Unable to believe what she’d just seen, Tourmaline said, “I don’t understand this place, Razl. Doesn’t it drive you crazy when they act like that?”
Wearing a clean pair of jeans and running a towel over his head, Razl stood in the archway to the living room and watched Tourmaline studying his photographs. It felt strangely right, having her in his home. For so long he’d felt as if there was something he needed to be searching for, something he needed to find, that he couldn’t get his hands on. And for the moment, at least, he felt like he had it.“You’re trying to figure me out, aren’t you?”
Without needing to drive her wild with the darker, more carnal pleasures he wanted to give her again and again, until she was lost in them. Lost in him.Damn it, he wanted to take her, here and now, but one look outside the window told him it was too risky. Finishing off his beer, he wiped his hand over his mouth and said, “It’s getting dark out. We should get going.”
Most surprisingly, though, was the fact that Tourmaline didn’t care he was a Lycan from a dark wolf bloodline. She didn’t even care that they hadn’t known each other for all that long. They’d already been through more together than she’d ever shared with any other man. She might not be the kind of woman who could ever completely surrender to a relationship, opening herself up to disappointment and heartbreak. But for the first time in her life, Tourmaline felt the wild, uncontrollable need for connection with a man, and she was going to take it.
Razl wondered if Jillian and the others had told Tourmaline about the mating bond and how a Lycan recognized his mate through scent. If they had, she didn’t remark on it, and he wasn’t about to bring it up himself. If she asked him about what effects her scent had on him, he wouldn’t have a clue what to say. How did he explain the strange reaction he had to her? The way her scent affected him in a way that no other ever had, and yet, wasn’t something that called to him as his?Best just to leave that particular can of worms closed,
Her head whipped up at the sound of his voice, her gaze wary as she watched their approach. “How do you know my name? I didn’t give it to the guy on the phone.”Razl held his hands out so that he wouldn’t spook her as he came closer. “I’m a friend of your sister’s.”She didn’t look like she believed him