ZACK I sigh as I stare down at my drink.This is supposed to be my chance to get the release I desperately need, but instead of hunting for a gorgeous woman to share a bed with tonight, I’m sitting at the bar and staring down at my fifth glass of whiskey.  With each new glass, I hope I can get my wolf to calm down and cooperate with me. Ever since we left the pack house, he has been grumbling and pacing back and forth in my head.  Ultimately, he is blowing my entire mood. When I left the pack house, I had a mission to accomplish.  However, at this rate, I’m going to have to go back home and use my hand again. The stench of alcohol mixed with sweat hovers in the air as the heavy beat of the music pounds against my head.  Even though it is one of my favor songs playing, I don’t find it enjoyable at all tonight. My wolf barks, “Go home!  We s

JACOB   I pace back and forth outside of Bry’s hospital room, trying to get the courage up to go inside and talk to her.  How could I be so stupid and thoughtless to blurt out all the stuff about my trip like that?  Hunter is right.  I wasn’t thinking about how it would affect her.  I was just so mad that I wanted to get it off my chest, but I did it all wrong.  My head whips up and my eye lock on the door as it opens, and Dr. Wells steps out.  She gives me a curt smile and then walks past me down the hall.  I take a deep breath.  This is it.  Before I lose the courage, I march over to the door and grab the doorknob.  Little sweat beads explode across my back as my hand trembles slightly.  This is our first real true fight, and I hate it.  However, it all came slamming home when that idiot Zack said I made her cry.  Usually, the only

Brayden “No. I need to go back to Yellow Moon and finish my investigation. They have asked for our help, and I’m going to give it to them.” I give Hunter and Jacob a stern look as they lay on either side of me in bed. Their warm bodies press up against my body as another wave of pleasure rushes through my body. Jacob shakes his head. “No. I want another day with you. The doctor wouldn’t let us stay with you until you came home last night. One night isn’t enough.” Hunter slides a little higher up my side as he nods. “I agree. We need more than one night before you leave again. I’ve missed you so much and need to show you how much.” He leans down and kisses my bare shoulder, igniting another wave of pleasure through me. I quickly bite my lower lip as my core throbs. After last night, I’m surprised my body still wants more. But for some odd reason, it wasn’t as satisfying as normal. Even though I reached multiple orgasms, something felt a little off. My wolf has also

HUNTERI sigh and look down at my full plate of food.  My stomach growls, but I can’t bring myself to eat any of it. I want her back.  If I had my way, we would have sent someone else to go back and finish the investigation. Also, I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something is gnawing at me.  She was enjoying our multiple rounds of sex, but something felt a little different.  Again, I can’t narrow it down to one thing, but something was a little off. I take my fork and lightly poke at the steak before I push the small chunks of potato around. Cough…  Cough…I slowly look up from my food and glance at my mother and father.  “What?”The corner of my mother’s mouth curves downward as she points to my plate.  “Is something wrong with your food?  You normally love steak, but you haven’t even to

ZackI sneak a look to my side at Brayden while I force myself to keep a straight face.  His face is bright red and so are his eyes. My heart twists at the sight, but as my walls slowly crumble down around me, his shirt moves to the side and the faint outline of a bite mark on his shoulder comes into view. Anger instantly rushes through me, and I look away.  He can cough and gasp all he wants.  I won’t apologize for what I did. While I mentally grumble about him, I take a gulp of my drink.  The liquor bites at the back of my throat, but I ignore it while my mind continues to wish I could take that mark off him.  I know it isn’t a mating mark, but it still rubs me wrong.  I would rather my mark be on his delicate neck. Wait.  What? No.  I don’t want to mark him.  I want a woman with plenty of curves to hold on to. My rece