Book 2: Chapter 13

Osiris POV

I leave the Wolf's Den, knowing Willow will chase after me. She needs me in order to complete her demands for the Lycan King. If she chooses to let me leave, it will almost certainly mean death for her. The large double doors slam shut behind me, and I pull a cigarette out of my pocket. Rounding the corner of the building, I light my cigarette and wait.

The sound of the doors creaking open catches my attention. She came faster than I thought that she would. Perhaps she feels the pull of the mate bond as well.

Peeking around the corner, I look for her. She is standing just outside of the door. The wind blows through her hair and carries the smell of wintergreen to where I stand. King is going wild in my mind.

'Go to her,' he demands of me. 'Mark her.'

Rolling my eyes at the abrasiveness of my wolf, I push him to the back of my mind. Coming back to the front of the building, I stalk closer to my mate. She doesn't even hear me coming, and I chuckle to myself. The