MasukHarley~
We arrived home at our little apartment shortly before midnight, my arms laden after stopping at the gas station, grocery store, and my favorite Chinese spot for takeout. One benefit of living in LA is that something is always open. Another good thing was how it felt to hear your name everywhere you went. I would miss this little town that has accepted me as one of its own, though I am anything but. After shifting everything from one arm to the other, I can fiddle with the lock that likes to stick and get the door open. My bags hit the kitchen counter with a heavy thud. The shower is calling my name, but I put away my groceries before heading to the bathroom. Afterwards, I don't even bother to blow-dry my hair; it will just get wet again by the time Rae is done, so a messy bun will do. Slipping into a T-shirt and panties, I settled down at the kitchen table, dishing myself a plate of house-fried rice, and opening my bottle of wine. My answering machine is flashing at me after I take a sip of the Merlot; I hit the play button. Benjamin, my human boyfriend of almost a year, is the first voice I hear. He always brings a smile to my face. "Hey, baby doll, I miss you. When can I see you?" Leave it up to piss on my parade, Rae! 'You know you can't keep him, Harley; you are going to wind up hurting him. Dig if you will, how will you explain that headline to your captain: 'Local DA mauled to death inside detective's apartment, film at eleven.' My eyes rolled. Rae likes to gloat when she is right! 'Yes, I know, Rae, I will try to be more careful.' Ben's last sexual encounter with us ended with me getting carried away in the heat of the moment and biting Ben. Hard. Rae stopped me before I sank my canines into him. If she hadn't, I would have marked him. 'He must have liked it.' Since she is me and I am her, I can't lie to Rae; she knows that I, too, miss the primal sexual desire that only werewolf lovers can share. My core leaks with just the thought of having a man who is all wolf inside me again. Also, I want to start a family someday, with my mate, which I could never do with Benjamin. He couldn't survive in my werewolf world, and I am not meant to exist in his. Not to mention the conversation where I tell him his child is half Lycan werewolf. Though I care for Ben very much, I know that's as deep as my feelings for him will ever grow. Only the bond of fated mates will satisfy my wolf and me. It's not Ben's fault; it's mine. I never should have started a relationship with him, but a girl gets lonely after a while. Rae growls at me as I pick up the phone, but I ignore her and call him back, telling him I was going for a run and would see him in about an hour. Maybe after I pacify her, she will behave. I didn't lie to Ben; technically, one of us will be running. We get to the Channel Islands National Park and take our usual spot in the back corner of the hiking trails parking lot. It's well past midnight now, and the only ones here other than us are a few horny teenagers. It isn't far to the treeline. I go a few feet into the trees, strip my clothes, and secure them in a low-lying branch. Rae is sitting on all-go tonight. She pulls the shift, and we take off into the night. My wolf is an exceptional beast and deserves the freedom to run whenever she pleases. It's just that I can't give it to her as a homicide detective in LA. Maybe our next place should be in the mountains. Rae is quick yet steady on her paws as she moves us through the trees and undergrowth as if she were part of the forest. It isn't long before I know where she's heading; we are going swimming! I giggle as I can smell the water through her senses. In the last few yards, we sprint toward the lake, and Rae leaps from the bank, splashing into the water. After surfacing, she glides us through the water to her favorite rock, leaps up, and stretches her stomach across the cool surface, painting. Not being able to resist, I tease her. 'Happy now?' My taunt did not bother my wolf; she purred at me, satisfied. 'Like a pig with slop!' Rae's euphoria didn't last long before she was still on the rock. I feel her go into red alert as she lifts her ears and nose to the wind. 'Harley, we aren't alone.' Rae jumps back into the water and doggie paddles for a minute as she searches the air before we head back to the bank and crawl out. She crouches close to the ground as we cross over the dried leaves and twigs as quietly as possible. 'Can you tell who, or at least what, it is?' I'm not liking this; it doesn't help to know our only protection was my Glock in the glove box, and that was quite a way away. 'It isn't human, that's for sure. It doesn't seem threatening, more curious but powerful.' Rae inches her way back to the treeline. 'We need to get back to the car unless you are ready for a fight!' Rae growls at our invisible stalker. 'It is following us. Fast!' 'To hell with the creeping, Rae! Run!' She rises from the ground and takes off like a spent bullet toward the car, stopping long enough to shift, and then I take off on foot through the parking lot. I fumble to open the car door, then reach into the glove compartment. Just as I reached my right hand inside, thunder erupted overhead and lightning struck the ground behind me, illuminating the darkness. My hands are shaking as I grip the barrel of the Glock and turn my naked form around to face the light.Nick~ Harley's gaze darts across the windshield, tracing the sharp architecture of Moon Hill Manor. It loomed ahead, a fortress of grey stone that seemed to consume the morning light. Memories hit hard; days gone by of Sean and me running through those halls, clueless. My throat tightens, and I try to swallow the forming boulder. "Nick, it's incredible," she says, placing a hand over her heart, her voice barely a breath. "That's one way to put it," I say, opening the driver's door to a crisp bite of mountain air. "I'm glad you like it." Before I'm fully out, Eason, my father's personal butler, is already exiting the manor. His polished dress shoes echoed on the stone steps in his haste. "Morning, Alpha," Eason says, voice immaculate as he takes hold of the door. "Your parents are waiting in the breakfast room." Harley waits, her eyes wide as she stares at Eason as I move to the passenger side. Opening the door, I offered her my arm and pulled her close to me. She leans
Harley~ The 4:00 AM silence was shattered when the first heavy blow struck the front door. Beside me, the mattress groaned, and so did Nick as he pulled away from me. He was on his feet instantly, charged, taking his heat with him and leaving the sheets cold. He pressed a dry, hurried kiss to my brow and muttered a low "Stay" that vibrated against my skin. Then he was gone, the rhythmic thud-thud of his bare heels retreating down the hallway. My brain was still thick with sleep until Rae's mental voice spiked, sharp in my ears. 'Harley, it's a woman. She's carrying a scent like scorched sugar, and it's aimed right at our mate.' The covers can't bind me, and my soles burned against the bedroom rug as I scrambled for traction. I nearly lost my balance before hitting the hardwood. In the living room, the air felt claustrophobic. A woman was there, her movements fluid and desperate as she tried to weld herself to Nick's chest. He didn't waver, his hands like stone pillars across
Harley~ Cedar planks, rough as bark, cut a jagged silhouette against a mountain bruised with the coming twilight's purple. My gaze darts constantly between windows, fighting to catch the panoramic view from every angle. It's both eerie and fascinating the way the mist coils around the thick trunks of the pines surrounding the cabin. When Nick pulls the passenger door open, the air hits my nose. Wonderful, sharp, yet thin, a breeze flows by, carrying with it just a hint of damp earth and crushed needles. Smog-free and a welcome breath, I try to inhale it all at once. Nick catches my hand; his palm is rough and familiar as he guides me from the car. After the second step, my attention immediately snagged on the wicker swing swaying back and forth. I'm seeing lazy mornings spent watching the sunrise from the oversized double-seater. Nick reaches above the door frame, his fingers dancing along the dusty ledge until they find the key. Inside, the space is austere and smells o
Nick~ Ian and Leonard's focus snapped to Harley the moment the elevator doors chimed open. She steps into the hum of the squad room beside Seth, just as Ben rounds the corner. Leonard's features sagged, his eyes resembling hollowed-out shells. In contrast, Ian's entire frame vibrated with a heat that drained the blood from his face. He thrashes against my hold, but his muscles betray him. "He's a fraud!" he howled, the sharp sound cutting through the air. "That's no federal agent; what you see before you is a beast! A werewolf!" Howard's voice boomed over the sudden silence to the officers. "Take these lunatics the hell outta here!" He scoffed, a dry, rattling sound. "Werewolves. Beautiful." He slammed a heavy palm against my shoulder blade; the force of it jolted my teeth. "Nice work, Agent." From my peripheral vision, I catch the frantic movement in Ben's eyes. Replaced by a sharp, predatory stillness. He doesn't just look at me; his gaze drags over my face. His eyes narrowed
Nick~ So far, so good. The decoy transport van is in place with a flat tire up on a jack. A lookalike Harley is in the back waiting for the driver to fix it. Kyle and I secured our backpacks on the branches of a cedar tree near the bridge. Then we drive our SUV a few miles back down the road and find a hiding spot. After returning in wolf form, we take cover in the thick brush and trees, which Rolling Bridge has much of. Zeek's panting from the run, his rapid breaths sound like a jackhammer on this side of the wolf. He lay down, stretching his belly out on the cool earth. Within a few moments, the vibration stops, and he tilts his head to the wind. 'They're coming, Nick.' To our right, Knox raises his snout in the air and snorts as he scents them too. We rise from the ground, and our two wolves maneuver their way unseen through the brush back to the bridge. We shift, retrieve our clothes, dress, and their humans emerge. It had been a mystery why Harley had stayed in such a
Harley~ After that, the truck goes silent, and I roll my window down and ride the air. My fingers spread, and the wind runs through them as a breeze of lavender growing wild fills the passenger compartment. If only a pleasant breeze and a picture-perfect day could bring Nick's family back together again. Right now, I don't have a clue how to do it. Nick is a million miles away as I look over at him. I'm surprised by the jealousy that fills me at the thought that he's thinking about her. We've indeed both had over lovers, though mine wasn't so close to home. "Wolfman, whatcha thinking about so hard over there?" One of his hands squeezes the wheel, and the other one my hand beneath his. "You know, all of this is happening because of you?" Is that a good thing? He won't look at me, so I can't tell. "Do I want the credit?" He glances at me. "We can find another doctor if that's what you want." "Then I would be the coward who can't own up to his mistakes. And it's too late f
Nick~ Given the pleasure this day started with, I should have known something was bound to happen to bring the pain. As the Mountainview gates opened, I stopped at the guardhouse, frowning, jaw tight, Zeek jolting me. The guard came out and stepped to the driver's door. "Is there a problem, sir?"
Kyle~ For quite some time now, I've been standing in the middle of Harley's bedroom without the first clue of what to bring her other than the basics. Becky's voice is high-pitched and fast when she calls for me, insisting that I return to the hospital. The beach bag from the bottom of Harley
Harley~ Nick tucked a stray curl behind my ear. "Anyway you want it, Amante." He let out the footrest of the recliner, pulled the stiff white hospital blanket over his feet, and adjusted the pillow under his head. Nick looks over at me with a smile, though I know he is uncomfortable. Half of h
Nick~ The red digital clock on the wall reads 03:00. That leaves about five hours before the next round of poking, prodding, and vital signs. Thankfully, there is finally light at the end of the tunnel. It's been a LONG four days and now five nights for both Harley and the staff. Harley adjust







