Wolf Bond - Lyric Hounds 02 Page 4

  He drifted between asleep and awake, Saxon in his arms, and at some point must have dropped off. A loud crash and the sound of wood splintering shot him out of sleep faster than an attack alarm on base. Jerking to a sitting position and spilling Saxon off his chest, he looked around the room.

  “Huh?” She blinked sleep from her eyes, pushing hair out of her face. “What’s going on?”

  He didn’t need to respond, deep growls from the next room answering for him. Saxon swore, her eyes flaring amber until they glowed solid with her wolf.

  “I don’t believe this. Stay here.” Rolling out of bed, she grabbed his shirt off the floor to slide on and stalked toward the door.

  “Like fuck. We deal with this together.” He grabbed his pants, walking into them as he followed her.

  Men filled the main room, werewolves judging by the bright amber of their eyes. Barrett glanced from one face to the next, committing them to memory. A kickback from his training. Three were similar, with blond hair and Saxon’s features made masculine. Her family, obviously. Coming to the last one, he paused. With black hair and a larger frame, he didn’t fit. Not at all.

  “What the fuck do you lot think you’re playing at?” Saxon radiated fury, her voice a low growl.

  The man in the middle stepped forward. He was older, the blond streaked with gray.

  “Saving you from making the worst mistake of your life.” His deep, cultured voice carried the rough burr of his wolf. Barrett had never met Saxon’s family, but for a guess, the man had to be her father. Not an understanding one though, judging by the anger on his face.

  Sax put her hands on her hips and glared back. “Worst mistake of my life? You mean a worse mistake than me joining the army? Or perhaps you’re referring to the mistake I made believing my family when they fucking lied to me. For. Two. Whole. Years.”

  Her father froze, surprise then guilt flowing over his face, like a train derailed by her words. Barrett hid his grin. Yeah, his girl wasn’t slow at all, she’d put it all together and by his reaction, proof positive she’d been right.

  “Why, Dad?” She softened her voice, but it carried heartbreaking pain and bewilderment. “Why would you do that to me?”

  “When you were just a potential, it didn’t matter.” The older wolf’s shoulders rose, shame flitting across his eyes for a second as he looked between them, then back at Saxon. “So we let you do what you wanted. The whole army thing. When they told us that you’d been killed—”

  He paused, blew out a breath. “We’d lost you again, completely this time. When we collected you, it was wrong though. You weren’t dead, but you weren’t alive enough for the human medics to tell the difference.”

  He reached for her, but she stepped back, her back against Barrett’s bare chest. A silent message.

  Her dad sighed and carried on. “You must have gone through the change at the point when you died. It happens sometimes with a violent death. Like the wolf that lay dormant was finally released.”

  “You let them think I was dead, didn’t you?” she asked, her tone hard, accusatory.

  He nodded, the wolves around him remaining silent. Barrett flicked them a quick glance. The blond wolves seemed as embarrassed as the father, bright banners of color on their cheeks, but the one with dark hair simply appeared pissed. Barrett tensed. That one is trouble.

  “Yeah, when we realized you were a full wolf. A female wolf…. Do you know how valuable you—”

  “No!” Slicing a hand through the air, she cut him off. “We are so not going there. I am not a possession to be bartered, whatever the fuck I may be. Human, potential, or wolf, my life is my own. You taught me that, so how could you? No. How dare you? How dare you take me from the life I’d chosen, the man I’d chosen, and then fucking lie to me?”

  Her father stiffened. If Barrett thought he’d been surprised before, he looked stunned now. “What? This is him? The human soldier—”

  “Major, actually,” Barrett drawled.

  “Yeah. This is him.” She searched for his hand and he slid it around her waist, presenting a united front to the werewolves in the room. “I didn’t forget him. He was in all my dreams. My wolf telling me the truth when my caring family were unable to.”

  “You dreamed of him…. The nightmares?”

  “Of course the nightmares.” She nodded, shifting her stance against him, her back still against his chest. He couldn’t help bending to drop a kiss on her wayward curls, glaring at tall, dark, and wolfy all the time. He didn’t like the way the guy looked at Sax, his woman. Not at all.

  “What else did you think I’d have nightmares about?” she asked. “The accident I wasn’t involved in?”

  The wolf caught Barrett’s glare and curled his lip in warning. Barrett curled his right back. He might not be a werewolf, but like Saxon, he’d come back from war changed. Better than he’d been before he left. Sav commented more than once that Barrett was stronger and faster than any human he’d ever fought, and he’d been hard pressed to best him at times. Add his Special Forces training and the fact that he itched to lay the smackdown on some wolves right then, and it wouldn’t take much for him to lose his temper and kick off.

  “You have nightmares about…over there?” The subject appearing to cause the older wolf some distress, his voice low and tortured. “You don’t remember—”

  “Being shot?” she threw back. “In my dream, yes. Barrett confirmed I dream about the attack that killed me. I dream of him trying to save me. Always trying to save me, but the nightmare is him slipping away at the end. It’s like a wrench, like my heart is being torn right out of my chest. Like he’s linked to me somehow.”

  Her father shot a glance sideways, connecting with that of the wolf next to him, one of his sons. “Wolf-bon—”

  “No!” The odd wolf out snarled, his face a mask of fury. “No bond. I was promised the first female wolf the Reeves pack produced. In return for the…benefits the Reeves pack has already enjoyed.” He stared at Barrett, his eyes glittering with malice, throwing the challenge down. “She’s mine, and no human will take her from me, bonded or not.”

  “Come on then, pretty-boy. Bring it on,” Barrett snapped in response. For a human, it sounded almost wolf-like. Feral.

  Saxon’s breath caught when Robert stepped forward, murder in his eyes. Fear flooded her veins, all the hurt, disappointment and frustration at the games her family had played on pause for the moment. More than a werewolf, Robert was wolf-born. A hereditary wolf instead of a bitten one. No way a human, even an ex-soldier, could take him on and win. Or survive. Tension escalated in the room.

  “No!” She spread her arms, trying to keep Barrett behind her. She’d only just found him, she refused to lose him again. Not so quickly. Not ever. Her gaze collided with Barrett’s, and she read the utter determination and lethal intent in his blue eyes.

  “I got this.”

  Barrett shoved her behind him with an ease belying his non-wolf standing and advanced on Robert with violence written in every line of his body. Though naked from the waist up left him vulnerable to attack, Barrett oozed danger and fury from his pores, and an odd growl rose from his throat.

  “I’m gonna tear you apart, and there’s nothing you can do about it, human.” Robert sneered, flicking a contempt-filled glance over Barrett. The other werewolves tensed further, warily eyeing them. “You lot stay out of it, or so help me God, I’ll destroy the Reeves pack.”

  “No, no!” Sax tried to shove between them, her bare feet skittering over the plush carpet, but Barrett pushed her aside again, handing her off to her father. She screamed and railed at him, trying to get loose as the two squared up to each other in the middle of the room.

  Robert threw the first punch, followed by a quick slice of his claws on Barrett’s hand. Sax stilled, sagging in her father’s arms when the claws raced toward Barrett’s exposed abdomen. A wail built in her throat, misery and pain welling up. The man she loved would be killed, murdered, right in front o
f her.

  The claws didn’t connect. Barrett stepped to the side and hammered three punches home; head, ribs and abdomen. Almost before Robert reacted, the air leaving his lungs in a rush, Barrett twisted again. His fist crashed into the other side of the wolf’s jaw, snapping his head to the side, blood and spittle flying. The next blow caught him under his jaw, the perfect uppercut rocking his head back.

  Her family gasped, their wonder palpable as Barrett took Robert apart, piece by piece, punch by punch. Her jaw dropped. She’d seen him battle in her dreams, but she couldn’t remember seeing him fight in real life.

  He. Was. Amazing.

  “Fuck me, how’s he doing that?” her brother muttered. “No human should be able to do that.”

  It wouldn’t last long though. Already the low-level snarl building in Robert’s throat warned her of his impending shift. Once he loosed his wolf, Barrett was as good as dead.

  “He’s not. I’ve seen this before. It’s rare, but it happens.” Her father swung her around. Wisdom and concern swam in the amber depths of his eyes. “Sax, it’s you. It’s the wolf bond. You’re an Alpha and he’s tapping your wolf. Open the link…wider than you ever have before, darling…it’s the only way or Culson’ll kill him. Come on, we’ve got you.”

  Sax nodded and reached deep inside, her family crowding close to support her. Her wolf yipped in welcome, pleased Saxon had finally called on her. Silent communication passed between them, the two sides of her nature in total accord. Power built in her soul but instead of forcing her physical body to change, she searched for the connection that must be there, had always been there. The connection to Barrett. Their bond.

  She found it, the edge catching at her mind like a stray thread and she grabbed. Hard. Holding tight, she pushed the power of her wolf through it, feeding the feral side of her nature into the bond to aid Barrett in his fight.

  Robert’s roar brought all their heads around. His eyes were bright amber, fur flowing over his features as his frame shifted, changing with sharp pops and the snapping of bone. Barrett backed off, fists still high, watching warily. Shaking with great effort, she held tight to her father’s arm, and she shoved the last of what she had—all the power and knowledge of her wolf—through the link.

  Barrett jerked, his spine bent into an arc, his big, powerful body defenseless while Robert advanced. Half-man, half-beast, he curled his lip back to snarl, drool dripping from razor sharp teeth. The dim light in the room glittered on the edges of his claws....

  She screamed. “No! Barrett!”

  Her human gasped and the spell broke. Launching into action, Barrett ducked as Robert’s claws raked the air where his throat had been. She caught her breath, the only reaction she had the ability to make. All her energy gone into the link, she slid to her knees. Barrett attacked in earnest and like before, the fact that his opponent wasn’t human didn’t seem to make any difference to him.

  He whirled and danced, avoiding Robert’s claws and teeth with ease until the fight became a mockery. His fists hammered home time after time until he’d driven the wolf to his knees. Blood matted Robert’s dark fur and dripped from his muzzle. Barrett stood over him, his chest gleaming with sweat, shoulders heaving, and he considered his opponent with disgust. “Saxon. Is. Mine.” Landing the last blow, he ended the fight.

  Robert keeled over, sprawling unconscious. His bones cracked, the change back to human as automatic as breathing. Ignoring him, Barrett stepped over the fallen wolf, advancing on Saxon and her family. He glared at the male wolves around her, a bright ring of amber, amber from her wolf, visible in his eyes. A challenge, pure and simple.

  “I’ll take my mate now.” He held out a hand to her while his attention remained on the men. “Unless any of you wants to try and stop me?”

  Her family stepped away from her, shaking their heads. He nodded, arrogance and danger wreathing his features.

  He’ll do anything to claim me, keep me safe. Without hesitation she put her hand in his, love washing through her soul and filtering through the link. He returned it in full force, and her wolf, inextricably linked to them both, yipped with happiness.

  Picking her up, he held her against his solid chest. “Now, little wolf. We have a night to finish. And a future to plan. You with me?”

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and smiled. “Until death don’t us part.”

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days.

  So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all...

  (But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)

  The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.

  You can visit with Mina at:

  http://mina-carter.com

  Melody’s Wolf by Mina Carter

  Melody's love life is in a bit of a dry spell...for the last two years. Content tracking down archaeological evidence of werewolf packs, she spends her time wearing wellingtons and covered in mud rather than looking for a date. Knowing her worried brother isn’t above arranging a kidnapping to get her to go on a date, she agrees to a match with 1Night Stand, figuring Madame Eve has to be a better matchmaker than her beloved brother.

  Money, fame, looks—rock star and werewolf Aaron Rixx has it all, except the one thing that truly matters...love. Yearning for a woman to see him for who he is, he lets Madame Eve make all the arrangements. No matter where he goes, as the lead singer of the world famous band, Lyric Hounds, he's always recognized...so all he expects is a night of hot sex and a quiet weekend with his music.

  He never anticipates Madame Eve might find the one woman on the planet who doesn't recognise him on sight...or the one he and his wolf identify instantly as their mate. Will one night be enough for him to convince Melody she's his forever?

  Love in One Night by Rebecca Royce

  Melanie is a woman prepared for disaster. If the world as she knows it were to come grinding to a disastrous halt, her sustainable living community will be ready and able to take care of the people in their area. She doesn't have a man in her life anymore, but she has her daughter and that's enough.

  Until a tall, dark stranger drives into her life.

  Griffith is on a mission to find Melanie's ex-husband Victor, who has stolen a very expensive new drug from a pharmaceutical company. Griffith is a man who can find what others can't. He never backs down from a fight and he's never afraid—until he sees Melanie. She steals his breath and makes him wish for things he's never wanted before.

  These two people are prepared for everything, except the depth of their own need for one another.

  Table of Contents

  Title page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

 

 

 
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