Page 3 of Predator

I am Fallon.

Fallon Witt.

I’m twenty-five-years-old.

I was born and raised in New Jersey, went to school there, went to college there, but I live in New York now.

Or, I did.

But sometimes… sometimes I am Jolie.

Jolie Bordeaux.

I’m twenty-five-years-old.

I was born and raised in Louisiana, and only moved to Winter Creek when my father’s mother, my estranged Grand-mère, called for me to join her at the coven. Because of her, I have witch blood.

Because of my mother, I am descended from wolves.

But because I’m both, I am neither—until mon chiot showed me that love is not dependent on being a supe, though Fate surely guided me right into his arms… until a wolf chased me right out of them.

Now I’m a wolf. Afraid. Cowering. Feral.

Lost.

Trapped.

But I’m not alone.

Even when all I know is the cage, he’s here. He smells of the woods and cinnamon, dominance, and despair. His presence has my hackles rising, the instinct to charge, to leap, to bite almost overwhelming. I’m supposed to bite him. It’s imperative that I do.

Even when I know nothing else, the need to mark this male, to claim him in any way I can makes me crazed.

He murmurs softly. Crouching down outside of my cage, saying words that mean nothing to the beast that I’ve become, he whispers and he cajoles, and sometimes he pleads.

What does he want from me? What do I want from him?

The answer to that is simple.

Everything.

CHAPTER 2

THE CAGE

Once upon a time I thought that I was tiptoeing up to the edge of the point of no return. That there would be a moment when I wouldn’t be able to shrug a situation off and easily move on.

I think I’ve found it.

I woke up this morning on a metal floor, confused for a moment until I remembered where I was. I’m in a cage, and that scares me because humans… we’re only put in cages when we do something bad and get tossed in jail.

But I did. I did do something bad.

I shifted. That much is obvious. Like the paws attached to my wolfish body didn’t give it away, somehow Lucas’s bite triggered something inside of me that had me going from Fallon to a blonde wolf full of so much rage, I terrified myself.

That’s not the bad thing. Oh, no. If only it was, I wouldn’t be in a cage. But since the first thing I did after I shifted was launch myself at the Alpha at my back, digging my paws into his chest before attempting to bite out his throat?

I have no memory of what happened after he refused to force me to submit. I must have lost consciousness as my mind broke—and, this time, it seemed as if I’d finally hit my limit after all.

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