Archer Limits Novels & Stories

I say with a little laugh running my finger along his chin as he pulled me even closer to him, desire in his eyes. “I am only those things around you, my opinions and views on many things and the way I run my pack are still the same as they were a year ago. Having you has given me a new perspective on life but also more fight to keep any such trespassers out, I feel any such person who enters my borders without permission is nothing, but a rouge and we all know how I feel about those vermin.” Archer growled out with such anger in his expression, but now he has brought up the topic of a rouge, I’m reminded of what happened earlier.

The shadows reached out, tightening around me and choking me. "Archer, let go of me," I whispered. Archer tried to regain control of his power and approached me in a weakened state, caressing my cheeks. He looked disheveled, with a silver dagger pierced through his ribs some hurt before. Smiling, Archer collapsed, and I caught him, bearing his weight. Then, Leo entered the room, looking equally injured.

“We will see about that,” Xander echoed in a low deliberate voice. “You have a strong will but so do wild horses, but they are broken and trained.” *** Archer was struggling to lift his left hand for more than a minute. He needed it to hold his bow up. Frustrated he broke the wooden bow over his knee and tossed the pieces into the tree. “That is the fifth one in ten minutes,” Samson pointed out. “We might live in a forest, but I am afraid we will run out of trees before you can reel in your temper.”