SAMANTHA POV "It's okay, right. I mean, she has been asleep for three days now. I'm worried there is an issue," Daniel says, sounding as if he is underwater. "Her heart rate is perfect, as are her other vitals. I had her on some strong pain medication, so she's probably sleeping that off. Her wounds have healed, Daniel. Stop stressing. Just focus on Angelica. Samantha will be awake before you know it," someone who sounds like Dr. Hurst says, and my mind groggily recalls the hotel with Adam. Panic sets in, and I force my eyes open as I recall Angelica crying in that awful hotel room. I remember Kelly's bruised and battered body on the bed. I remember the gunshots... "Wait...wait," I croak out as best as I can. I look over to where I heard the voices. I see Dr. Hurst smile before beginning to pick up things that are scattered on our kitchenette counter. I breathe in to speak again, and an intoxicating wave of pine and hay hits my nose. All train of thought leaves my mi

DANIEL POV "So she has been scoping out our land looking for the opportunity to kill Luna since she got here. Benji caught her scent when Lewis and him left to handle the trail cameras, and she panicked. She ran from her mate and forced him to believe she didn't want him. Then she came back to finish the job, but when she got here, she had a change of heart," Lauren simplifies with sarcastic disbelief dripping from every word. "Basically," I mumble, and Sam sends me a "be nice" look. "I understand you...," Mariah starts to say, but Lauren growls. "You don't understand anything! You have lived by yourself basically your whole life. You have no idea how important Sam is to our pack. Or how important Sam is to me. She is my best friend, and if you interrupt our deliberation again, I will have my mate decapitate you," Lauren snarls while holding her massive belly, and we all get surprised. Lauren is typically the forgiving type. "How can we be sure your assassin days ar

DANIEL POV To say I was strutting around the house like a peacock would probably be an understatement. I have never had a bigger head in my entire life. Having Sam's mark on my neck makes me feel like a King. "You might trip if you don't look down every once in a while," Fin mumbles as he grabs a mug of coffee, and I laugh. "I will settle for falling flat on my face then," I reply, and he snorts. "What's the plan for today? Stanley told me you are having me and him handle the hay sale," Fin asks after a small sip of coffee, and I frown. The thought of traveling to Florida so we can help search for a deceased person isn't how I wanted to spend such a special day, but Andrew needs the help. He lost his son and his wife. We will have to celebrate our complete bond some other day. "We are going to Florida. I told Andrew we would help locate Margaret, and I plan to stick to that. Boyd is going with us. He is the best tracker, plus Benji has Mariah to take of now. I d

SAMANTHA POV I don't know why I am so nervous. I mean, Andrew is one of the nicest men I have ever met. He shouldn't blame any of this on me. I know I had no control over Adam's actions. But I also know people who are grieving aren't always rational. He could have warped what happened in his mind, because he is upset about losing his loved ones. I mean, I did kill his son. He could be upset about the way I handled things. He could think I should have used nonlethal force. He could be disappointed that Adam never got his day in court. "Do you think seeing me will be too much for him," I ask Daniel quietly as he follows the rental car's GPS? "What do you mean? Too much? Are you asking about whether he can handle you being a shifter" Daniel asks, giving me a quick glance? "No. No. Well, that too...But umm, I was meaning he might get upset when he sees me. I mean, Adam killed his wife, and now Adam is dead. And Adam is dead because I killed him. Andrew might resent me," I

BENJI POV RATED R I growl as my dominant side pushes forward. Her lips try to keep up with mine, and it makes my fire build. I love that she didn't give up. I love that she refused to just let me walk away. I love that she took charge, but now it's my turn. I need to show her that I do want her. That it was my hurt pride talking. Her words reminded me of my fear when we voted. How I felt knowing if my pack said no, she would have to leave. She is right. I said I wanted her, and I do. I trust that what she is saying now is the truth. It just hurt my pride that she didn't come back for me. I wanted to be the reason. When she brought up everything she did, it made me angry again. It made me forget what I already knew. She is mine! I want her! We will forgive her, and she will earn our trust. I growl as I let my index claw grow. I slice her dirty dress in half at her back, at she gasps. She pulls away to look at me, and I smirk. "Show me what's mine, sexy kitty," I growl,