~ Lochlan scooped Penny up out of midair. He landed on the balls of his feet, holding her tightly against his chest. Her death would have to wait for another day.
"I got you." Lochlan wasn't sure if it was his heart or hers that was beating out of control. He had been on a run when she had tried to call. By the time he had gotten back to his things, he had ten missed calls and a text message. It was a good thing he hadn't been too far away.
Penny took a second before opening her eyes to look at him. Lochlan was looking up at the roof. There on the ledge, the three men looked down at them. They could have made the jump with ease, but they did nothing. The one who had killed the woman gave the other two orders she couldn't hear, and they walked off. A second later, so did he.
Grabbing on the front of his shirt, she told him everything that had happened inside. She wanted to go back to help the others. Lochlan knew that would not be possib
~ Lochlan stood holding the knife in his hand, knowing what he had to do and dreading it. The flesh around the claw marks had festered, turning a sickly black. It smelled like dying flesh. He had to remove it. All of it. That meant skinning eighty percent of her back. That percent rose with every minute he stood there, unable to get it done. Penny was still unconscious and would remain so until he woke her. To be sure she would feel none of it, he sent her into a deeper sleep. A kind of coma. Taking his time and being thorough, he removed every inch of infected flesh, sometimes having to take out chunks of muscles that had gone bad. There was blood everywhere, as the procedure was a messy one. A tedious one that took hours. In between, he had to wake her partially, feeding her his blood while holding back the pain from registering to her. It took a toll on him as well. The healing would be painful. Penny would feel every muscle regenerating, he
~ For days, Penny wandered around the house in a fugue state. She spent hours sitting in one place, staring at nothing in particular. She barely ate. Only came out of bed when he carried her. It was painful watching her punish herself. Her back was healed, but the wounds went deeper than that. Deeper than he could reach to heal. This she had to do on her own. At night Penny laid awake, staring into the darkness of her room. Heavy drapes at her window blocked out the sun by day, and the moon at night. What it couldn't block out were Black's mournful howls. Or the screaming in her head. Lochlan did all he could to comfort her. He could stop the dreams that had her fighting herself awake at night He could numb the guilt that rode her hard. But he couldn't erase what had happened, not really. He could compel her to eat, to forget, but he couldn't give those families back the loved ones they had lost. Penny knew she could ask Lochlan to make the pain go away. He would do
~Lochlan heard Penny screaming. When she’d been taken from the porch, he attempted to go after her but was pulled back into the fight with the werewolf he now faced. Older, stronger, bigger, Lochlan couldn't shake him to get to her aide. He had made it out of the clearing into the woods, but he was right back where they had started. Because of the lack of urgency of the werewolf he fought, he knew the other man was working with him. One kept him busy, while the other snatched Penny and got away. With Black injured, he knew he couldn't send his wolf after them. In this storm, there wouldn't be a trail to follow. Distracted by his concern for her, he was too slow to block a blow that landed solidly in the center of his chest. It knocked the wind right out of him and sent him flying backward. He landed hard. Rain beating down on his face, he listened but heard nothing but the storm and his breathing. Panic tried to rise in his chest, but he stamped it down. She was fine.
~The creaks stopped. Penny held her breath, waiting for the force that would send the door flying to splinters off its hinges. She looked down at Lochlan, who was still unconscious. To Black, who could barely hold up his head. The wolf was wounded and needed help. Seeing him like that, unable to move... Penny swallowed a lump in her throat as a new realization formed in her mind. She had followed a wolf. A wolf she thought had been Black. Maybe Lochlan had a few tricks up his sleeve that she didn't know about. Or maybe it just wasn't Black she had followed in the dark woods, in the middle of a rainstorm with no questions. Penny swallowed again. Not that she was eager to die, but waiting for it to happen when she knew it was so close was nerve-racking. Lochlan stirred, changing back to his human form just as there was a knock at the door. Penny shushed him when he groaned. "There is someone out there," she whispered, going over to kneel by him. She cast
~Even if she ran away, her options remained the same. Death or the change. Those were the glaring options she had left. She could either become a werewolf, or she could, well, kill herself. Neither of them sounded pleasing to her; she wanted to live, and she wanted to remain human. The third option was the vampires. She had done some research based on some things Lochlan had told her about them. They were rich. Like filthy rich. The top tier of the society. They owned multimillion-dollar companies, held prime seats in government, and headed major charity boards. If she went into one of the five cities they controlled, Sven could not hunt her there. That, however, would leave her at their mercy. It really was just a matter of the lesser evil. "What are you thinking about?" Lochlan asked. "Death or the change," Penny said thoughtfully. Lochlan stood there, looking down at the top of her head. He could feel her fingers along his skin as she r
~At dawn, Penny snuck out of the house. She did not know where she was going, but she knew she needed to go. Her night with Lochlan had only proven that she needed to put space between them. She needed to keep him safe. Not just from the werewolves who hunted her, but from himself. He loved her. Would sacrifice his life for her, and she loved him too much to ask that of him. Finally, she knew how he felt, and instead of bringing them together, it only proved that it was better if they were apart. Marx was right. She was a liability. With what Lochlan had done, no werewolf could change her. That would buy her some time, at least. Now only the vampires could get at her. She would have to go underground. Only leave her safe house when she had to. She could order anything online now. From groceries to clothes, anything she needed. She would be fine. Hidden away from anyone who could see and recognize what she was. She had enough money from her inheritance to get her new li
~Penny woke up, panic tightening her chest. It had been two days since she had tried to leave, and she hadn't spoken to Lochlan since. She couldn't. She couldn't even look at him. Marx, the consummate voice of reason, was all help and smiles. He told her they had to suck it up and learn how to deal with it. Learn to control it. He didn't mince words about the importance of Lochlan being able to move around without collapsing in a helpless heap at the feet of his enemies. A liability. She was becoming more and more so. The man really was a charm. His charm made her grit her teeth. Gripping a fist of her shirt over her heart, she stumbled out of bed. What was he doing? Was there another attack? If there was, he would be useless. Penny took grim comfort because her chest felt like it was being ripped apart. He lived. Sobs shaking her body, she crawled to her door. Her feeling this way meant he was alive, and that was good. Penny wanted to kill him herself. She tried to re
~They got closer. Marx and his little exercises were doing more than just creating some hoodoo mind link between them. Penny wasn't even sure when she had stopped being mad at Lochlan for what he had done to her. When she tried to rouse the anger again, there was nothing there. She was where she wanted to be. Lochlan, Black, Marx, and his scary pack of red-eyed wolves were feeling like family. She hadn't had one in such a long time. The thought scared her. Even more so with the danger that was prowling in the woods to get them. More and more, she was growing disconnected from the life she had before. Now she didn't feel like there was a gaping hole in her chest. This new life that was taking form around her was giving her something she never knew she desperately wanted, and that was a family. As weird as they were. Sometimes she felt guilty that maybe she was getting more out of this arrangement than they were. She had brought nothing but danger into their lives, after