Page 41 of The Demon's Pet

“Now, as to flying—”

In an instant, I felt my wolf take over, not liking this guy at all, and before I knew it, I was sprouting fur, bones popping, and running on all fours as familiar smells assaulted my nose.

I vaulted forward as fast as I could, dodging side to side in case Sam was chasing me. But to my surprise, I didn’t even hear his footsteps behind me, as though he wasn’t even moving.

His loss.

But just as I reached the edge of the wheat field, my entire body stopped abruptly, jerked back as if every cell was commanded to stop at once.

It hurt, like reaching the end of a leash, but instead of a pull on my neck, it was all over my entire body.

I fell immediately, losing my footing, and stayed right where I was, my wolf wary of facing that punishment again.

What had even happened?

“Idiot wolf,” Sam said, striding over to me, looking pissed. He wore a white tee shirt and jeans instead of the badass chain ensemble he wore at the jail.

That must have been his executioner apparel, and he’d changed in the seconds while I’d run.

“What was your plan even?” he asked, putting his large hands on his trim hips and staring down at me like I was the world’s biggest idiot. “If you got past me, just exactly how long would you last out there, an omega wolf with a collared demon inside her?” He walked over to me and looked down imperiously.

I let out a groan and shifted back into my human form as I rolled onto my back to stare at the early-morning sky.

I was exhausted.

“And we have to go find another pack where you need to do an execution?” I asked.

He cocked his head, dark eyes narrowed. “At this point, I’m wondering if I should take you at all.” His eyes moved out to the mountains on the horizon. “The clan we’re visiting is at the base of that hill. Their territory extends into the mountain. They have an abomination they need me to deal with.”

“Abomination?” I asked breathlessly, still trying to distract from the fact that I’d just tried to escape.

“Something that shouldn’t exist but isn’t exactly a demon,” he said. “Well, no help for it. We don’t have time to walk.”

His wings extended, huge and black, out of nowhere, casting a shadow over me as he shook them out.

“Where do you put those?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m a god. I manipulate matter. Hiding my wings is easy.”

He flapped a couple times, lifting into the air, and looked down at me from about ten feet up.

Stupidly sexy angel, golden glints in his hair catching the morning light and his perfect skin beaming.

His tattoos were showing again, giving him that badass look that drove me crazy.

I wanted to turn away before he caught me staring, but I also had no idea how this was going to work.

I raised my hands. “So, what, are you going to carry me?”

His lips curved up on one side meanly, and he took off, straight up into the air. At about fifty feet up, he began flying forward.

So he was leaving me? “Wai—”

I yelped as my body flew forward, dragged by an invisible force, my feet dragging over the grass beneath. I stared up at Sam, who was flying forward, a slight smile on his face.

So he was just going to drag me?

I moved my limbs around, but nothing mattered. I was moving in tandem with him, and there was nothing I could do about it.

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