now, she regretted that decision very much.
She could still head back, turn around and head back to face her father. Her mother would be worried sick. Maybe she should go back. It was stupid to run away. How would she survive? She didn’t know how to hunt like some of the men of her pack and the night was growing colder. She’d starve out here if she didn’t die of cold first.
No. Keep running. Her wolf urged her. You’re headed in the right direction.
But what was the right direction? Some random path in the dark to some unknown place deeper in the forest? Remy shivered in the snow. She threw a wistful glance back in the direction of home. Maybe it was better to submit. Just submit and get it over with. Justine’s words rang in her head. In time I did. So will you.
Who was she kidding? She couldn’t survive out here on her own. She needed her family, she needed her father and her mother and as much as Remy hated to admit it, she needed someone like Aaron Van Houten to provide for her. She was just a stupid girl, a stupid girl who only dreamed about running free. If wolves could cry, she’d be bawling her eyes now. But instead, she only whimpered and turned around—
—and found herself face to face with a large she-wolf.
The she-wolf was coated in a pelt of rust colored fur. One of her eye was opaque and a scar throbbed over the other. She lowered her head, a growl—deep and threatening—rumbled in her throat.
Who are you? She bared her teeth and stepped closer.
Remy was shocked when she heard the voice. In all her years as a wolf, she never once heard another wolf speak to her. Then again, in all her years as a wolf, she never had much real understanding of just what it meant to be a Lycan. Sure, she knew how to shift but other than that, she knew nothing.
A stray. Another voice sounded and Remy turned to see a second wolf, grey and old, limp into view through a screen of snowflakes. A stray bitch, from the looks of her.
Wait, Remy wanted to shout. Please don’t hurt me. But she could only whimper stupidly like a pup. How could she talk to them?
I ought to mount you and fuck you raw. The old grey wolf leered at Remy and stepped closer. We don’t take kindly to intruders and I haven’t had a proper fuck in weeks.
Back away! Remy snapped but there was no power behind it. The other wolves were bigger and stronger.
The rusty she-wolf laughed. The little girl wants to fight does she? She paced closer and opened her maw wide to show rows of jagged teeth. She lunged at Remy and pulled back laughing as Remy flinched. She scares easy.
The old grey wolf laughed low and dark. Good. I like ones that scare easy.
Remy was trembling now. Were these the wolves her mother had warned her about? Were these Christensen’s wolves? The ones who preyed on lost little wolves like her who wandered too far off pack territory?
Just then there was another sound. Paws crunching on snow and strange warmth filled the air. Remy turned to the source of the sound and her heart leaped to her throat.
It was the black wolf of her dream. His rich black coat sucked all the light from the moon and his steely blue eyes stared at her. Blood dripped from his snout. The other two wolves saw him and backed away. There was a strong scent in the air, strange yet familiar. The black wolf approached Remy, steps measured and slow. Then he was close, so close that the only things she saw were those steely blue eyes glowing like the bright star of Sirius.
She stared deep into those eyes and saw an unmistakable hunger in them.
CHAPTER FOUR
Aaron Van Houten suspected that something was wrong when Remy didn’t come back after a few minutes. He never thought that when he stepped out, she’d be gone with no footprints in sight. The snow fell fast around him and he shuddered as he pulled his fur coat tighter around himself.
All week there were reports that the wild
She could still head back, turn around and head back to face her father. Her mother would be worried sick. Maybe she should go back. It was stupid to run away. How would she survive? She didn’t know how to hunt like some of the men of her pack and the night was growing colder. She’d starve out here if she didn’t die of cold first.
No. Keep running. Her wolf urged her. You’re headed in the right direction.
But what was the right direction? Some random path in the dark to some unknown place deeper in the forest? Remy shivered in the snow. She threw a wistful glance back in the direction of home. Maybe it was better to submit. Just submit and get it over with. Justine’s words rang in her head. In time I did. So will you.
Who was she kidding? She couldn’t survive out here on her own. She needed her family, she needed her father and her mother and as much as Remy hated to admit it, she needed someone like Aaron Van Houten to provide for her. She was just a stupid girl, a stupid girl who only dreamed about running free. If wolves could cry, she’d be bawling her eyes now. But instead, she only whimpered and turned around—
—and found herself face to face with a large she-wolf.
The she-wolf was coated in a pelt of rust colored fur. One of her eye was opaque and a scar throbbed over the other. She lowered her head, a growl—deep and threatening—rumbled in her throat.
Who are you? She bared her teeth and stepped closer.
Remy was shocked when she heard the voice. In all her years as a wolf, she never once heard another wolf speak to her. Then again, in all her years as a wolf, she never had much real understanding of just what it meant to be a Lycan. Sure, she knew how to shift but other than that, she knew nothing.
A stray. Another voice sounded and Remy turned to see a second wolf, grey and old, limp into view through a screen of snowflakes. A stray bitch, from the looks of her.
Wait, Remy wanted to shout. Please don’t hurt me. But she could only whimper stupidly like a pup. How could she talk to them?
I ought to mount you and fuck you raw. The old grey wolf leered at Remy and stepped closer. We don’t take kindly to intruders and I haven’t had a proper fuck in weeks.
Back away! Remy snapped but there was no power behind it. The other wolves were bigger and stronger.
The rusty she-wolf laughed. The little girl wants to fight does she? She paced closer and opened her maw wide to show rows of jagged teeth. She lunged at Remy and pulled back laughing as Remy flinched. She scares easy.
The old grey wolf laughed low and dark. Good. I like ones that scare easy.
Remy was trembling now. Were these the wolves her mother had warned her about? Were these Christensen’s wolves? The ones who preyed on lost little wolves like her who wandered too far off pack territory?
Just then there was another sound. Paws crunching on snow and strange warmth filled the air. Remy turned to the source of the sound and her heart leaped to her throat.
It was the black wolf of her dream. His rich black coat sucked all the light from the moon and his steely blue eyes stared at her. Blood dripped from his snout. The other two wolves saw him and backed away. There was a strong scent in the air, strange yet familiar. The black wolf approached Remy, steps measured and slow. Then he was close, so close that the only things she saw were those steely blue eyes glowing like the bright star of Sirius.
She stared deep into those eyes and saw an unmistakable hunger in them.
CHAPTER FOUR
Aaron Van Houten suspected that something was wrong when Remy didn’t come back after a few minutes. He never thought that when he stepped out, she’d be gone with no footprints in sight. The snow fell fast around him and he shuddered as he pulled his fur coat tighter around himself.
All week there were reports that the wild
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