WYATTI slipped on my athletic shorts before opening the door to leave the Luna Suite. I saw Kacela standing, framed by the window, the beautiful sunset showing through. She was lovely. I could feel the fear and sadness radiating off her and I was at a loss. I closed the door and then walked across the hall to my room, opening the door. I closed it behind me and then punched the wall with my Lycan strength. My fist went right through the drywall, breaking the stud that was behind it and the entire wall shook, dislodging plaster. I backed up and looked at my fist, my knuckles broken and blood streaming from the wounds. As I watched, Dex started healing me.I heard a gentle tap on the door, and I strode over, jerking it open. Jarrett was on the other side. “Didn’t go well?” he asked, mildly. I gestured for him to come in. “Yes. Then no.” I walked to my closet and pulled out a suit. We always dressed for dinner in the castle. I would have said something to Kacela, but she

KACELAThe clothing melted off. Thank goodness no one else used the floor because we didn’t even make it into the room before our clothing hit the ground. Someone had cleaned up all of the glass in the bathroom, I noticed, and also cleaned the mess I had made when I tried to leave was gone. Then I quit noticing things and focused on Wyatt.He spun me around and found the zipper holding the dress on to me. He slid it down in one smooth swoop and the satin slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of it and reached up, trying to find the pins that were holding my hair in the knot. That would be uncomfortable to lay on.I turned around to see Wyatt struggling with the buttons on his shirt. I reached forward and swatted his hands away, attacking the buttons myself. He looked at me and his eyes dilated. He reached around and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spring forward. He dipped his head and attached himself to one of my nipples.I gave up on the buttons, r

WYATTKacela laid out her plan. It was actually very genius in its simplicity. “Let’s wait for a day or two so that we can fill Nellie in and give her the opportunity to fill in the others,” Earl suggested. Kacela shook her head.“We need to move faster. I have been unreachable for two weeks. If it was me, this is the point I’d give up, assume the hunter was dead and hire another.” Kacela was firm. “I want to take down Jones. I don’t want to have to fight another hunter to do so.” I nodded, agreeing with her. “We need to let everyone know,” Earl insisted. “I don’t want them giving themselves up thinking that they have to in order to warn you, your highness,” he said. I bit my lip. He had a point. We’ve worked too hard to integrate my people into Jones’ business for it to be compromised. They were loyal subjects. If they thought I was in danger, they would give themselves up.“Instead of a phone call, let’s do it in person,” Kacela suggested as a solution. “If we get

KACELAWyatt dropped me off at the office and I slid out of the car, bounding up the stairs and entering without knocking. I could hear Wyatt’s car drive away at the same time I heard the tinkling of the bells that were attached to the doorknob.“Kacela,” Nellie said from her desk. “It’s nice to see you! Mr. Jones said you would be stopping in.”I smiled at her. I liked her. “Yes, he is expecting me.”“Come on back,” Jones shouted from the rear of the trailer. I smiled at Nellie and then turned down the hallway until I got to Jones’ office.“Shut the door,” Jones said. I gently closed it, knowing that Nellie would still hear everything with her heightened Lycan hearing.“Do you have what I asked you to get for me?” I got to the point. Jones gestured to a duffle bag that was sitting against the wall.“It’s in there. Everything you asked for.”“Thanks,” I said, reaching over for it. Jones held up his hand.“What’s your timeline on this?” he asked, eyes shrewd. I shrugged.“We

WYATT I reached out and gathered Kacela into my arms. She came willingly. I could feel her anguish through our bond. I looked over at Earl and he sadly shook his head. “There’s something more, Kacela,” Earl said. His tone was a warning that there was more news to come and that she wouldn’t like it. Kacela looked at him warily. “Your dad has a wolf.” He spoke gently, breaking it to her as easily as he could. I felt the relief in her and was puzzled initially, but then I understood. She thought Earl was wrong and if he was wrong about her father’s wolf, he could be wrong about Art’s death. “No, he doesn’t,” Kacela said, the relief she was feeling tinging her voice. “He hates wolves, with a passion. I never told him about Dali because I knew he would hate me. Enough to try to kill me, even.” “Your dad may have always smelled like that to you, and because you weren’t brought up in a pack you didn’t know what it meant, but your father has wolf. Quite a strong, vicious and