Embracing the Wolf Read Free

her.

    “ It is
sound-proofed,” Leyton said in a voice at normal volume, as though
to prove the fact.

    Her gaze settled on the
cage.

    Amon would never know that
she had been here for him, with him. Her eyebrows furrowed and she
stepped through the group of four werewolves, not paying them any
heed. Immense sadness seized her heart.

    Amon paced back and forth
across the small width of his prison. Shirtless and shoeless, he
wore nothing but black jeans. He looked exactly as she remembered
him but she sensed a difference. A longing to free him warred with
a desire to flee again. She stood still, frozen to the spot by
indecision and a need to witness what she had done to the man that
she had once loved.

    Still loved.

    “ It’s a
necessary precaution,” Leyton said close beside her. She looked up
into his eyes, silently asking him if he honestly believed that and
if he was alright with it. He looked away, at Amon. “He no longer
trusts himself.”

    Her gaze returned to Amon,
drawn by the waves of pain that emanated from him, both physical
and emotional.

    “ Leave us,”
Leyton said and heavy boots marched into the distance. The guards
were gone.

    Kat walked forwards, until
she was within a metre of the cubicle. Her gaze followed Amon, back
and forth, back and forth, relentless in his pacing. Tears trembled
on the brink of falling as she remembered all the times that she
had spent with him.

    The handsome smile and
twinkling eyes full of love that she recalled were gone. The set of
his face was grim now, eyebrows knitted into a constant frown. His
black hair had grown wild, hanging to his jaw in tangled threads.
The hard muscles of his broad chest were covered in claw
marks.

    Had he been tearing at
himself? It pained her to see him, to sense him so close but so far
away. Her hand trembled where it still held her holstered gun. Her
other rose shakily towards the glass.

    “ Amon,” she
whispered, quiet enough that Leyton wouldn’t hear her. Amon turned
and raised his head, but didn’t look at her.

    Her heart broke to see his
beautiful dark eyes and bowed lips. There was nothing soft or
tender about them now. His eyes held pain. His lips were compressed
into a thin line of restraint.

    “ Are you
alright?” Leyton said in a low voice. It wasn’t so Amon wouldn’t
hear them. Leyton was worried about her now too.

    “ I never knew
he was in such a state,” she whispered and glanced at Leyton before
her eyes darted back to Amon.

    She pressed her hand
against the glass, wishing that she could touch him, wishing that
she were brave enough to let him know that she was here.

    Amon stopped in the middle
of the cage. Suddenly, he arched his back, threw his arms out by
his sides, tensed and shaking, and howled at the roof.

    Her heart jumped and
pounded in response to the intense vulnerability in his howl and
his pained expression. The call to her was clear, speaking his need
of her. Something powerful inside her responded.

    Panic filled her, a riot
of conflict and fear. She fought her beast as she backed away from
the cage. She couldn’t bear it anymore. Tears stung her eyes. She
ran, shoving Leyton away as he moved into her path. She had been
stupid to come. She had known deep in her heart that if she saw
Amon, she would feel the incredible pull to him that she always
had.

    She bolted from the
factory, fleeing him again, and didn’t stop running until she had
reached her apartment. Flinging the door shut behind her, she went
straight to her bathroom and splashed cold water on her face to
mask her tears.

    After a moment, she raised
her head and stared at her dripping wet reflection in the mirror on
the cabinet above the sink. The water had erased her tears but had
done nothing to remove the feelings colliding inside
her.

    “ Stupid,” she
said to herself, frowning so hard her dark eyebrows almost met.
Redness marred her deep brown eyes, a sign of the tears that she
had washed away.

    When she closed her