August stood as still as he possibly could. He’d taken precautions to hide his scent, but it wasn’t always one hundred percent foolproof, so there was a chance the female wouldn’t come, or if she did, she might smell him and run. He didn’t think she’d see him, though. He was sitting beneath a pine tree that was set on an angle from where he’d seen the female earlier in the week.Ever since that spotting, he’d had his patrols out looking for signs of her. So far, none of them had seen her, but he thought she might be too afraid to come close with so many wolves nearby. Perhaps she would come if she didn’t sense a pack.Even if he did see her, he wasn’t sure what he would do. He would have to be in his human form to talk to her, and he didn’t think he could catch her without being a wolf. If he was in his wolf form, he’d have to cross the creek to get to her. That would mean he’d be leaving his pack lands, and that was never safe either.But he really wanted to speak to her.She had to
The dreams were becoming more frequent, more intense. Every night, Mercy dreamed that she was stuck in that box, and then the shadow man appeared above her, and she screamed louder, and then she woke up. Most nights, it brought August running to her room, rocking her, until she was calm again. She’d usually manage to fall back to sleep, but it was always a fitful, restless sleep.Isabell had offered her some sleeping medicine. Mercy had been tempted to take it, but ultimately, she’d passed. It wasn’t that she didn’t think it would help; she was pretty sure it would. She just didn’t like the idea of it putting her into such a deep sleep that she couldn’t wake herself up, in which case she might end up stuck in the dream that had been tormenting her for weeks.Then one night, the dream changed. Rather than Mercy waking up the moment she saw the man’s face, she screamed, but he reached down, grabbed her hair, and pulled her out of the box by that hunk of hair. The pain radiated all throu
Waking to the sound of Mercy screaming was something August was growing used to, unfortunately. But hearing her cry was something else completely. When he’d first opened his eyes, he’d been confused about what he was hearing. It was so muffled, it was really difficult to hear at all, and he sort of wondered how something so quiet had woken him up. But then, he was so in tune with her sleep cycles at this point, he might’ve woken up even if she hadn’t.Running into her room while she was screaming was one thing, but Mercy wasn’t screaming this time, so he wasn’t sure whether or not he should walk in or just leave her be. After ten minutes of hearing her cry and realizing it wasn’t getting any better, August got up. He took the time to put his slippers on this time, something he didn’t normally have time to do, and then he walked down the hall.Her door was closed, so he knocked on it. Since she was awake this time, there was no reason to barge in.“Y-yeah?” Mercy said between sobs.“It
August tasted even better than Mercy had imagined he would. All of these weeks of being so close to him and longing for his touch, to feel his hands on her skin, to taste his lips, and finally, here he was, kissing her, his strong hands on her body as she leaned into the kiss.In the back of her mind, a voice insisted that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t be doing this with a man she just met, especially when she truly didn’t know if there was someone else. What if she had a husband back in her old pack? What if she was in love with someone else?But with August’s tongue tapping against hers and his hand on her waist, the other on the side of her face, Mercy knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop herself.Her response to him was completely instinctual, like he was a raging fire and she was a moth, mesmerized by the dancing flicker before her. How could she tell her body not to lean into his? She may as well tell her heart to stop beating or her ears to stop hearing. She had no con
In the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee, the morning light streaming through the window, August was left to his own devices. Had he done something as diabolical as it seemed, or had he done the right thing in answering the call he’d been hearing ever since the moment he met Mercy? He hadn’t left until after Mercy had woken up and went to take a shower, but then, she hadn’t come downstairs, so he wondered if she’d ended up going back to bed or if she was waiting up there for him to leave. Maybe she didn’t want to see him. He certainly hadn’t gone into her room with the intention of making love to her, but once they’d begun kissing, it seemed evident that the feelings they had for one another were mutual. He’d known the moment that he’d met her that she was special, and not just because of her powers or her beauty. She was made for him in a way he’d never known anyone to fit with another soul. It was as if they were locking pieces of the same puzzle. Still, she had been out of her el
Mercy had stood in the shower for a really long time, not sure why she wanted to keep the water running over her body. It wasn’t as if she felt dirty, but she did feel guilty. She wasn’t sure why she felt that way either. They were two adults. They had been with one another consensually. So why in the world did she feel bad?Mercy got out, dried off, and got dressed. She still had the towel wrapped around her body when her reflection in the mirror caught her attention. Her hair was starting to grow out more and more each day, and she could see her roots. The odd black color was also starting to fade away. She tipped her head forward and pulled on her hair a bit, trying to look more at her real hair. Why had someone tried to hide it? Had that someone been her?She also looked at her body. She was so scrawny. Granted, since she’d gotten here, she’d started to put on a little weight. She wasn’t quite so bony, but she could still see her ribs, and her arms looked a bit too much like chick
He needed to find the other female wolf.Now, more than ever, it was important that he speak to her about Mercy. He needed to know if she could tell him anything about her past. What if Mercy had a husband or children or someone waiting back in that pack for her?If that was the case, he’d just complicated the situation far beyond measure.August waited in his human form for her. It had been several days since he bothered waiting out here for her, and now that he and Mercy had been together, he felt more compelled than ever to do what he could to help her figure out her past.Hours passed by–hours that he could’ve been using serving the needs of his pack. In a way, he knew he was being very selfish. He was still reachable by the mind-link, and from time to time, his pack mates or his Beta would ask him a question, but mostly he was a man in a field doing nothing but waiting, and he felt like a bum doing nothing.But he also knew what he was doing was important. If he had to sit there
Something was different.The moment that August walked into the house, Mercy could tell that something had changed. The weight in his eyes was unsettling, and when he looked at her, she felt like she needed to sit down.She felt like she needed to melt into the floorboards.“What is it?” she asked. “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”“Nothing is wrong,” his mouth told her, but his eyes still said differently. “But we need to talk.”“Did… something happen?” she asked.August shook his head and came to her where she stood at the kitchen counter. She’d been cooking. Not that it was something she was good at, but she’d been trying. She had to wonder if she’d ever even done it before, but she knew how to read, so she could follow a recipe, or at least she thought she could.“Can you go to the living room, or is there something in the oven?” he asked her.Mercy’s eyes went to the counter. Half of the ingredients for a cake were in a bowl. The oven was preheating. She turned it off “