Nola Reynolds.I cranked my eyes open when the bog remained silent and the weighty bulk of the paw on my neck went limp.A hot jet of blood sprayed in my eye and wordlessly open mouth as the massive triangle of the orange head slid smoothly off the werewolf’s neck, bouncing hard on my midriff before tumbling to a dusty heap by the side.“Oh my god! Hector!” I managed to choke out, my eyes widening to bright green bulbs in their sockets as I whimpered even more when the Lycans stone cold face reared above me where the orange-head’s body had once been.“W-what are you doing here? You left! We, we watched you leave for the mountain city!” Eddie screeched, his big wolf head shaking from side to side before he dragged me to him, quick as lightning, the long, single claw of his paw pressing into my neck painfully.“Edmond. Release the girl.” Hector growled quietly as I tried not to breathe, eyeing the blood streaked hook of the claw as he towered over our frames, so close I could graze the

Nola ReynoldsI looked the tall grinning woman over with one swollen eye as she bustled about the cave room, arranging shit that was much better left on its own.“What was it you said you saw now?” Ma Jules drawled, arching the jagged tufts of one severe black eyebrow at me.“A room in the walls, and-and a creature that copied Dennis’ face, a mimic, or it could have been Dennis the whole time!” I whispered fiercely, encouraged when the coffee-colored woman turned to me sharply, the red threads appearing in the whites of her eyes.“Does this have anything to do with the attention she's been getting from the Lycan?” Ma Jules muttered, cutting baleful midnight-black eyes at me.“What?” I barked out a strangled laugh. Either little miss was on street codeine or her witch prescriptions were off. She tilted her head to the side at my rebuff, giving me a knowing look when she didn't know shit.“What do you mean? You think I'm making this shit up because I'm jealous of some girl with Stockhol

NOLA“What the hell are you talking about?” I managed, sounding every bit the culprit the girls had been making me out to be.”Don’t act daft Nola, it’s frankly embarrassing.” Layla hissed and I must’ve made an alarming noise in my throat because she rolled her eyes haughtily, picking at her nails with one hand and giving the smirking Dennis a look that seemed to say can you believe this bitch?The Lycan was almost to us now, but I knew there had to have been some sort of misunderstanding, something I wasn't aware of.I sure as hell hoped Layla tamed that little-ass attitude real quick and gave her a look that said that too. I knew SHE wasn't talking about embarrassment.“Only thing embarrassing here Layla, is that hairline of yours! Why I could run the pacific right through it you stupid bitch!” I snapped, my eyes widening when the whites of Layla’s fist came at me just before a large hand trapped it between thick fingers and the group fell into silence.”Y-your h-h-highness!” Sarah

NOLA REYNOLDSThe cave hallways were quiet save for our footfalls as we crouched through the fluorescent brightness between the ancient rust-colored rocks.My back tickled where the strange man’s gaze had no doubt settled as his warm breath tickled the lone brown hairs at the back of my neck.“How much farther to your room?” The man’s honeyed voice in my ear startled me and I whirled around with a surprised yelp to stare up at him watching me curiously through hooded lime-green eyes.It was unsavory, the way he looked at me. Like a hungry lion watching a dancing antelope that had flopped itself into the lion’s part.Now, my mane was not long enough to be a lion yet, so no doubt I felt every bit the clueless antelope I feared I was.“You scared me!” I whispered, firming my chin and staring right back at him when he didn’t look away.Kalden was it? I didn’t like him one bit, and something told me the feeling was quite mutual when he bent closer to stare into my face, close enough that o

NOLA REYNOLDS “What the hell was that?” I screamed as the creak of the door shuddering on its hinges grew to a staggering crescendo and the snarls from behind the door became fever pitch.The dark-haired blonde man seemed to shake himself before striking the hilt of his sword on the door frantically until I thought he'd gone quite mad, trying to hack my head off with his silver sword, until the snarls stopped and the insane tempo of the bodies beating against the door seized.The air was quiet, too quiet. Enough that I could be the thumping of my fleshly heart in my chest as my ears rang from the adrenaline.“Hybrids. Careful Nola. You might want to move your back from the door.” Kalden whispered and I gave him a questioning look, looking for any loose screws under the thick locs of his wolf-cut hair.Crazed werewolf guard for sale? Going one? Going two? And donated free of charge! Congratulations! You just got yourself a tree-sized maverick! Enjoy!“I've heard they have incredibly l