Page 38 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

“Moonstone. It will help you get in tune with your true emotions and hopefully you’ll then be able to change your form at will. Lucian gave it to me. I wore it when I was first turned into a vampire. It helped me balance my emotions, so I thought it might help you.”

I closed my fingers around the gem and held it in my palm. “So, I risked my eyes for me?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

“Isabel,” I whispered her name like the plea hovering inside me to let her love me.

“Shall I put it on?”

“Please.” I turned around and kneeled on the grass so it would be easier for her.

“Dante.” She gasped. “Nemesis ripped your back.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Her hands stirred in front of my face then softly touched the back of my neck as she did up the clasp on the necklace.

“Your blood smells good,” she said.

“Bite me.”

“But I thought you said…”

“I know what I said, and I want to feel your fangs in me right now.”

“I should tend to your wounds.”

“Isabel bite me or I’ll bite you.”

Her soft gasped inhalation was music to my ears. She liked the sound of me biting her. Now I’d said it, I wanted to put my teeth marks on every inch of her skin. Her lips brushed over the back of my neck. My fur-covered neck, yet I didn’t care how I looked, Isabel made me feel desirable in this form. Her tongue swiped over my pulse and she suckled the skin into her mouth drawing it closer to the surface. The sharp sting of her fangs exploded next followed by the euphoric sensation of her bite. I wanted this. I wanted her. My head swam with pleasure. My body pulsed with need.

Her bite disappeared. A loud thump sounded behind me. I sagged a little with the ecstasy running through my veins.

“Isabel?”

“It’s okay, brother, I got her. She won’t hurt you,” Asher said.

“Asher?”

I fought against the pleasurable sensation of her bite and slowly shifted my body around. I couldn’t comprehend the scene. Asher stood with a sword in his hands, blood dripping from the blade. My slow eyes drifted to the ground. Isabel lay motionless. And then I noticed a short distance away was her head.

He’d sliced her head off.

“No,” I whispered, anguish piercing my heart at the sight before my eyes.

“Dante, it’s okay. I rescued you. You can leave with me now.”

“No,” I said.

Isabel. Not Isabel. He didn’t kill her.

“No,” I yelled, my claws digging into my palms and drawing blood.

“Calm down,” Asher said. “You’re safe.”

“Isabel,” I screamed and crawled across the ground to her body. I picked her up expecting to see her head still there, but it wasn’t there. A stump sat on her shoulders. I choked on a sob. “Isabel.”

Pain lanced every inch of my body. My throat closed to the point I could no longer breathe. My eyes couldn’t see through the tears that refused to fall.

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