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I scramble back as the two fight, ripping and biting at each other's flesh. My back hits a tree, just as the golden wolf grips him by the back of the neck, and with one sharp tug, crashes him to the ground. My eyes widen as the large creature stares down at his opponent before turning his eyes to me. They glow golden as the black wolf whimpers, then runs into the dark forest, limping.No.I scoot back, falling back onto my elbow before I try to push to stand.
“Get out of here!” I wave my hand. “Leave me alone.”
A sob breaks from my throat as my arm stings with pain. I glance down to see blood and when the wolf whimpers, something happens. The wolf transforms in front of my eyes. The fur disintegrates, and human flesh take its place as a naked Locke emerges up from the dirt.
“Baby, it’s me,” he says calmly.
Did he just….?
What the actual fuck?
“Raven," he calls, but it’s distant.
I’m losing my mind. If I’m not mistaken, Sullivan Locke just transformed from a giant wolf into a human man.
There’s absolutely no way.
My name is called again but I don’t hear another word before I pass smooth out.
Chapter thirty-two
Locke
Leaning over Raven, I lift her limb body in my arms. This wasn’t how I planned this to go. How I planned to reveal my secret, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her. I would die protecting her. As gently as I can, I cradle her in my arms, removing the stray pieces of hair from her face and place a kiss on her forehead. I hold my lips to her skin a beat longer than I should, before starting back to the house. I knew when she woke up, I had a lot of explaining to do.
When I walk in the front door, Declan jumps to his feet. Before I’ve even laid her down on the couch, he’s back in the room with a pair of pants for me.
As I step into them, a serious expression passes over his face as he looks at her.
“Sorry.” I lean down, wrapping a blanket around her bloody arm.
“I’m fine. You know my tolerance is high.” He walks a few feet away.
Hendrix stands in the kitchen, but because he’s not near as old as Declan or has the same level of restraint, he excuses himself to the basement.
“Where’s Nyko?” I ask.
“He had to step out. Security breach at The Brew House.” Declan runs a hand over his mouth. “You need him?”
I shake my head. “Nah, it’s fine. We can talk when he gets back.”
My hand brushes a strand of dark hair from Raven’s face. “I shouldn’t have left.”
“Locke, it’s not your fault. Let’s be honest. Your girl is shit at following directions," Declan deadpans.
My wolf growls.
“Down boy,” he mocks. “I’m not saying it’s all her fault.”
My hands are still on Raven. One on her forearm, the other on the side of her neck. It physically pains me at the thought of letting go. Of things changing now.
“You going to tell me what all this is about?” Declan plants himself on the leather chair across from me.
“I spoke to my mother.” I meet his eyes.
Dark. Flaring with anger. One thing Declan is, is loyal. To a fault.
“And what did Angeline have to say?”
