Thank goodness he had reliable brothers.Lucas, his laughter gleaming in his eyes, shook his head. "Should we tell everyone on guard duty that Akila sometimes goes out at night?"Mike furrowed his brows."What did I miss exactly last night?"Even though Dustin was sure Mike was aware, he pressed him for additional information.Which he had no intention of doing. He started to say something, but Mike and Lucas had already turned from the living room to the front door. Dustin turned around and saw Akila with her legs and feet exposed and her hands locked as if in prayer, his long flannel shirt going to her thigh.He started staring at her hair, transfixed by the enticing waves.He could not take his eyes off of her gorgeous, silky hair.Her hair is even more crimson than her sister's, yet not nearly as golden as the woman's in his dream. How could he not see that she was the one he was meant for? Because Asta lied about having a dream and because she changed their names.“Ahem.” The magic
Dustin's entire body went numb as he stared at the letter that Asta had written. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He read the note once more, this time concentrating on deciphering the underlying message that she was trying to convey.He got up from his seat and left the dining room after finishing his meal. How was it possible for him to be so oblivious? The woman he'd mated had feelings for someone else? Who? He'd kill him.Dustin couldn't recall entering his office or sitting down at his desk when he got there. He stared at the letter for a moment, and then, grabbing it in his fist, he yelled, "Lucas!"Lucas strolled into the office while wearing a bewildered expression on his face."Get Akila in here right away."Lucas's brows furrowed, and he hastily nodded before shutting the door behind him.Mike came in a minute later, his eyes widened as he walked in. "Dustin, what's the matter? Lucas claims that you are prepared to murder someone. Do you want me to listen in on the c
Dustin let out a muffled cuss word while holding his breath. He had intended to tell her pack where she was as a gesture of goodwill, but now he had every intention of crushing the brute who was responsible for the women's suffering. "I inquired as to what she meant, and her response was, You know, get a hobby or something."It was her intention to flee. I didn't become aware of that until after she had been gone for a few weeks. Lowell covered the fact that she had fled, most likely in the hope that he would locate her before anybody else found out that she had permanently abandoned him."Akila, he will not harm you again in any way. I promise. Who is Anton, then, if Marcus was your pack leader and Lowell was Asta's mate?Akila's eyes became much more open. "My dear brother. What do you know regarding him?"Your leader told Deputy Sheriff Smith from Green Valley that he was looking for you," "Anton's a pack leader?, Where?”"Portland, Oregon."; "Portland.""Did you tell him that I
Why did Asta, her beloved twin sister, have to die here, of all the godforsaken places in theUnited States?Maybe she needed a safe silent place to hide from her wicked husband Marcus's brutality,after the forced marriage, Marcus had always hit her and showed her no sign of love.But here in her safe haven, Asta wasn't safe eitherBecause now she had ended up deadAkila saw a figure who looked like her cousin Thaddeus, walking into the woods in his wolfform, but she hoped she was mistakenHe couldn't be so angry with her enough for him to shape shift this close to Silver Town andrisk alerting the Black Lycaon's pack that some brown Lycaons had slipped into theircommunityThere standing in front of the Silver Town Tarvern's door, Akila wanted to turn her back andgo back home but she had to find her sister's killer she couldn't turn back nowShe jarred open the tavern's heavy door, the squaling of the rusty hinges irritated her.Immediately she entered, Five big bearded men all si
Eric stared at her while cleaning some glasses, his stare taking her in like a crafty old wolf's.He probably was on the younger side of middle age, but his beard made him look older thanhe was.Still smiling at her, was he trying to figure her out? Or had he realized her disguise already?She was used to Hunting in the wild, but hunting this way, Never.She opened the cap of her bottled water and looked at her watch again.It was only Four twenty-five.Are you waiting for someone? Eric asked with one dark brow cocked.She nodded her head to say No.Her hat jiggled, her glasses slipped, and the annoying earrings danced.Two men appeared in front of one of the dingy tavern windows and then the door jerkedopen.Her heart skipped with fear.“Hey, Eric! Bring us a pitcher of beer,” said one of them.About six-foot--he was as tall as her brother--with windswept shoulder-length dark hair and anewly started beard, his amber eyes hinted at cheerfulness and good-humor rang in hiswords.Bot
She broke eye contact first, her skin now sweaty and her hands were trembling.God, he was more wolf than she was used to dealing with--he was broader-shouldered andtaller. His eyes locked onto hers with sinful determination, no backing down, no compromise.No wonder her sister Asta had fallen for the attention-grabbing Black Lycoan.Akila couldn't help but wonder how a romp with a large wolf like him would feel.But damn if it hadn't gotten Asta killed.Stick with your own kind, that's what her father would have said.No humans, lycoans only. . the brown variety.Every corner of the room remained deathly quiet--no one lifted a mug to take a sip of adrink, no one tried to move a muscle.Swallowing hard, she forced herself to look at Dustin , to see what he was doing now.He stood there still staring at her.She wished the floor would open up to swallow her like mop water on a hot day.She gritted her teeth, raised her glass of water, and took another swig, hoping she wouldn'tinadve
When she came out of the stall, the three women were waiting for her, their expressionsslightly amused in a sinister manner.All brown-haired, around mid-twenties like her--probably each wanting to be Dustin's newmate and fearing she was a new competition.When she'd come up with this scheme of looking for Asta's murderer, Akila had neverconsidered anyone would think she'd be interested in pursuing the pack's leader.The idea of mating with a bigger Black for real. . She mentally shook her head.“What's your name?” the woman in denims and a cowl-neck sweater asked, her voice softlythreatening, her western boot tapping on the tile floor.Her amber eyes narrowed, she took in a deep breath--trying to smell who or what Akilawas--and curled her orange-painted lips up in a nasty way.The notion her face could hideously freeze that way briefly crossed Akila's mind. “ We knowyou're not from around here, and you're not one of us neither are you a human.”“Hey, Octavia, what say we give h
Taking a relaxing breath, Dustin silverback sighed and reminded himself that she wasn't his mate, his mate was dead and there was nothing he could do to being her back to life.She only looked like his deceased wife because he was observing her closely, her face was so small compared to the big cowboy hat she had on and she had a bugged eye, she had on a rose colored glasses, but personality wise, she was so much different from his deceased wife Akila.Except the people of his town already had their minds made up.Akila had returned and they were certain he'd try to mate with her again.Never in a million years, he wasn't going to do that again.His beloved wife had committed suicide , she was unstable and unable to deal with the stress that comes with being the mate of a pack leader, and to make matters worse, she wasn't even one of them in the first place.No, he definitely wouldn't let that happen again.His next mate would be a black, except he wasn't going to pick a mate from his