Ashes To Ashes (Wolf Guard Book 2)
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"He always knows when yer comin'."
He did indeed. No matter his state of mind, he always knew who entered his cell. I passed the first empty cage and walked steadily to the second, a shadow crossed the wall as he crept out of hiding to follow. I took the tray from Conall and motioned for him to remain, then stood in the light from the single bulb, swaying over my head.
"Hello, Lane."
He growled low at the sound of my voice.
"I have your food." I waved a steak in the air, wafting the smell to obscure my own.
Bright eyes flashed in the dark. Another low growl rolled around the room. A gleam of white teeth that bared as he faced me. His hair still hung over his face, his skin covered in dirt, his claws still tainted red with blood.
I threw the steak at the bars, aiming it to land just a few inches from the metal that separated us.
"W..wit...witch." A hiss floated on the stale air.
I sighed, "yes. I'm the witch."
But not your witch. Not yours anymore.
He sunk his claws into the steak, dragging in backwards into the shadows, leaving a trail of blood in a swerving line. An animal forced to be human.
"You want another one?"
He growled out his answer.
I took another steak from the tray and flicked it into the cell. "You're staying in here, Lane. Won't be getting out while I'm still here."
He dragged the meat under cover of dark, completely unconcerned at my words - or lacking the ability to understand.
"You'll never be free again."
His growl turned to a higher pitch, something almost like anguish.
I smiled. Yes, he understands.
The click of the lock to the steel door broke my concentration, loud footsteps that scuffed against the dusty floor. Lane's growl turned thunderous.
"Fe...feed...feeder."
My smile twisted to glee. "That's right, wolf. Feeder."
Conall grunted a greeting behind me, "pretty boy."
A snort came in response, "Irish."
It was almost friendly. As if the night that had nearly killed them both - Ty from his wounds and Conall from the pure amount of energy that he'd allowed to be taken from him in order for Ty to heal - had turned their relationship into something resembling friendship. Almost, but not quite.
It had taken a long couple of days for Ty to wake. His features so dead I'd assumed it too late when Conall had taken his body from me. Slightly too distracted by the reaper I’d made of myself. I'd missed the draw of energy, Conall's staggering wolf that fell on the faery in exhaustion - pure force of will allowing his teeth to eat through her bones, and the wolf's resulting collapse to the floor beside the slowly healing feeder.
My heart had become something else. A little bit riddled with holes, a little bit patched up in relief, a little bit torn when it came to the Alpha.
Ty turned his blue eyes to me and frowned. "Come on, Sash. Give him the rest and leave him be."
I clenched my teeth and threw the remaining meat at the bars, staring straight faced as Lane rushed the metal to thud against the cell wall, backing away at the singe of his flesh on the chains.
"It's alright, I'm finished anyway."
I turned my back on the wolf. Ignoring the howl that followed. A call from within to the man in the cage that resembled nothing I'd come to know.
A bitter end to a beautiful dream.
A traitorous watery drop ran a single path down my face, a break in the visage I presented.
I rubbed it away with a trembling hand, ruining the tracks of my tears.
Coming Soon.
Sasha nearly lost everything.
Lane did lose everything.
When the path to forgiveness is so heavily barred in thorns, is it easier to forget where you started?
Charlie lives only to chair the guard.
With that responsibility taken away from him, how will he deal with the growing presence inside him and the appearance of the woman mean to be his?
DUST TO DUST
Wolf Guard book 3.
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