I swallowed nervously.Other wolves began filling in the clearing beyond the door. I looked back and saw they were the villagers we’d brought with us.But there were deeper sounds and I saw the moment that the more aggressive NightHunter guards returned.They too were in wolf form and there was no hesitation in them as they launched at the smaller, untrained males. Ripping at their throats and backs.I watched the decimation in horror. Shaking my head.By now Vanquish was charging the NightHunter Alpha.I suddenly wanted to scream for him to stop and retreat but I knew that Vanquish was too far into his attack.Trying to pull him out now will be impossible.I sent out a cry through the woods, calling to anyone, anything that might be out there for help. A long, broken sound filled with all the desperation that Marta’s had carried earlier.I hoped that under the Mating Moon, the sound of a female in d

“Thank you, Draven.” I stepped out onto the dirt and limped toward them. “Thanks to all of you for coming.” “We look out for our own.” Draven crossed his arms over his chest to give me an unreadable look. Saying I’m part of their pack. There was something touching in hearing that after feeling like an outsider for so long. As we stood there nodding to each other lights bloomed in the trees around us and people cupping bits of moonlight in their palms began easing from the dark shadows of the trees. “Everyone that tried to escape was brought down.” A large man with long hair announced. I gave him a quizzical look before realizing he was talking to someone behind me. Killian. “Mages...” “Mages.” “The Guild!” Members of the Asara Pack were whispering. There was growling and Draven was turning to eye them all closing in. “What is this, Vanna Rae?” He demanded. Looking fierce

Racer’s fists dug into my hair. Pulling my face harder against him. But this time he brought me against the base of him. Pressing so far into my throat I couldn’t breathe. “Ah. Ah. Ahhh.” He too shuddered with pleasure. His head falling back, and his entire body angled toward my face in offering as his nerve endings exploded with life. I licked along his length. Coaxing the last few drops out of him until he too yelped in objection because he was so overly sensitive from his rough climax. He stumbled backward and dropped to the floor. Lying on his back as spent as his brother. But Vanquish was staring at me. His green eyes unblinking. Unwilling to allow me from his sight for even a moment. The intensity of him was nearly overwhelming. With his brothers out of the way he rolled us over. Hooking my thigh with his knee and turning me onto all fours, aligning him with me still. He re-entered me. Flexing through me. His power evide

Just then Hunter scampered up to us. “I got his line.” “Which way.” “Headed North.” “Toward the WildWood?” Vanquish asked in surprise. “He must be thinking if he can make it there, we won’t follow him in.” Racer suggested. “We can’t.” Vanquish agreed. “Not with the wolf-hunting-Roamer there.” “What’s that?” I asked. “A troll. I think.” Racer murmured. “A giant. He hunts anything with fur and ears that seems like it might be a wolf.” “Why?” “It’s said that a vicious mage cursed him to forever be trying to destroy the Moontower Mob.” I gave him a questioning look. “Really?” Vanquish groaned. “Memory loss.” I tapped my head pointedly. “There was a castle beyond the WildWood-” “It’s still there.” Hunter injected. “I’ve glimpsed its ramparts now and then.” “Truly?” Even Racer looked surprised. And he’s usually the historian amongst us. V

“Perhaps they do.” Killian nodded to the three identical males stepping into the small grove. My blood coated mates. They, all three, looked exhausted but unharmed. Thank Heavens! I was incredibly relieved to see them okay. Glad that the sounds of battle had died down. We won. Seeing how shaken I appeared, Vanquish immediately whirled to see the others appearing from the camp. “What’s going on?” He backed up toward me. Casting a worried glance over his shoulder before eyeing all the mages pouring from behind trees and the edges of the camp. Looking at them all just as warily as he had the first time, he’d seen them.