The shot was so loud, and it echoed across the open space. So loud that Emma didn’t even hear the shotgun itself as a distinct sound; instead it was the bell-like ringing as the sound echoed. She didn’t feel pain or an impact. But the shot was fired at her. She knew something had happened, but her mind hadn’t quite caught up with it yet. She didn’t have any throbbing tingling like she had been shot. She could hear her heart pounding, but she somehow doubted she was alive. She slowly peeled her eyes open, and she saw the most unimaginable thing. Clyde was standing a few meters from her, shielding her from the gunshot. She didn’t know how he managed to get in front of her so quickly, but he had blocked the shot. He had taken the bullet for her. His back was turned to her, so she could not ascertain the degree of the gun wound. Her mind was racing with thoughts as she remained frozen on the spot.She knew werewolves were unaffected by ordinary weapons. She read that small guns could n

Emma walked into the pack house cautiously. The last time she had come there, Clyde had accompanied her everywhere, but now, she was trying to figure out the way to his wing alone. She took the stairs and occasionally overheard the inaudible whispers about her. Yet, she felt excited to be in his pack. There was a tingle of desire she felt as she headed to his room. And she knew it hadn’t been there when she visited the first time. In his wing, she slowly approached his room, which was at the end of the hallway. Her mind wandered back to Emily and how she would feel if she was spending the night with Clyde. She didn’t like her and she knew that. But she knew Clyde was using her, so she wouldn't mind her spending the night. However, as she opened the door to Clyde’s room and found Emily sprawled on his bed in a satin robe, she realized she would mind that she was spending the night. Emily’s eyes fell on her as she stood by the door, and a frown crept to her face. She rose from the

Tears began to stream down Emma’s face immediately after she shut the door. She was walking fast, away from Clyde, but she had no idea where she was going. She couldn’t believe she let her guard down and allowed him to touch her. She felt stupid that she had fallen for his sweet words and kind gestures. Clyde was not the sort of man to love or carry in your heart. He was ruthless and cold in every way. She wiped her tears with the back of her palms as she walked down the stairs. People were still shuffling their feet in the pack house, and she wanted to avoid looking pathetic. She sometimes felt that they knew Clyde was only using her to complete the wolf bond. She stopped at the last stair, glancing around the room confused. She didn’t have anywhere to go, and returning to Clyde’s room will crush every bit of the self-worth she had. What she thought would be an exciting night for her turned into a dreaded one. She couldn’t possibly ask Emily for help. It would be the worst thing

Clyde pulled into the pack house and cut the engine of Emma's car. He turned to her and noticed the look on her face. She looked exhausted and mentally drained. But fear lingered in her eyes as well. “You don't have to be scared of anything. You are safe here,” he reassured her. “How did you?” She paused. “I forgot you always know how I feel.” Emma took a deep breath and sighed. Clyde was nice enough to offer some words of reassurance, but she had never lived with werewolves before. Words of reassurance could not stop her from overthinking things. She was drowning with questions, and she didn't have an answer to any. How long would she spend at the pack house? Would it be ever safe to return to her apartment? Who wanted her dead? How would life be in the pack house, and could she cope with her new life pattern? “Ok. I would be safe here,” she muttered to herself. Clyde watched her and was slightly amused. She pushed the door open, grabbing her bag, which contained some of t

Clyde occasionally stole glances at Emma while the presentation was going on. She was standing among the pack members, watching the display of gifts sent by the neighboring packs. His mind wandered back to the previous night as he watched her. He remembered the taste of her lush lips. The way he cupped her full breast and buried his face in her cleavage. He suddenly felt hot inside as he thought about the way he suckled on her nipples and the way she moaned lightly in his ears. He swallowed and shifted slightly in his seat, trying to distract himself from thinking about her. “Did you hear me?” Emily whispered, leaning closer to him. “MMM. I don’t think so,” he said. “What did you say?”Emily's eyes followed his gaze when she noticed he wasn’t paying attention to her, and they landed on Emma. With annoyance, she hissed and straightened in her seat. Clyde turned slightly to her and noticed her expression. “What is wrong with you today?”Emily clicked her tongue against her teeth, tr