Page 51 of Her Wolf's Demands

Nodding, she raised her eyebrows. “I am. How about you?”

Her gaze raked over my naked skin, resting on my manhood. What could I say? Seeing my mate sent blood pounding… everywhere.

“Want some clothes?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips and flicking her eyebrows at me.

“Please.” My muttered reply was drowned out by the rumble coming from the cell.

Clicking her fingers, Della moved around me as the wolf paced up and down, his nostrils flaring as she drew nearer.

Her mouth opened in an O shape as she turned to me and pointed, her eyebrows pulled low in question.

“Apparently,” I started, adjusting myself in my new slightly too tight jeans, “Ertha and Kieran have a thing.”

“A thing?” She almost choked.

Sighing, I shrugged, staring at the deformed wolf who came closer and sniffed Della. “We’ll have to wait until its shift passes and then we’ll find out what the fuck is going on.”

Chapter Fourteen

My fingers tingled as we rounded the curve of the hill and knocked on the cave door.

Drake was close behind me, his spine straight and his eyes clear. It hadn’t taken much to persuade him to accompany me to question the mutant wolf. Malone and some of his wolves were already inside, waiting for us.

The magic from the night before had drained out of Drake and he was feeling quite well. Laura had helped him to control the channelled energy while I’d locked myself in a private room nearby and gone through my second forced shift.

“Malone won’t mind me being here?” Drake asked as we waited for the alpha to open the door.

Glancing at my brother, I sucked in a breath in an attempt to stop the sob that wanted to explode from me.

Once the coast had been clear and there was no sign of Ertha and the Crawley Pack, I’d left Malone to guard the wolf while I checked on Drake to make sure that he’d pulled through the evening okay. Malone had explained what had happened at the ritual, giving me a clue into what Ertha had done.

Luckily, Drake had managed to control the magic on his own. The seriousness of what was happening had helped him to clear his mind a bit more. He would be shaky now, but I could see the signs of his returning health.

“No, this concerns you,” I said over the noise of the metal door unlocking.

Drake nodded, his eyes watching as Malone allowed us entry. He was not used to being around wolves so the culture shock would be interesting.

“Drake.” Malone gestured for us to go in, gripping my brother’s hand in a strong handshake as he passed him. “It’s good to see you.”

My heart swelled, growing heavier with emotion as I followed them. I smiled up at my man when he stroked a finger down my cheek before kissing the same spot swiftly. He smelt of old sweat, pine and mint. He had stayed guard all night, not trusting anyone else to do the job.

“Our new friend is awake.” His deep voice sent a shudder over me as his hand brushed against my arse.

It had felt like a lifetime since we’d been alone, able to be free with one another. And yet, it had only been a matter of hours. Still, there were important things to discuss.

Coming further into the cave, I clenched my tongue between my teeth. Manual, Rochelle, Emiliah and Lionel were there, huddled in the corner. My gaze slunk past them to the man who slumped on the cold ground in the cell with nothing but a thin blanket.

Flicking my fingers, I whispered a spell to create clothes to cover him. Okay, so he might have been the enemy, but no one wanted to see his junk. Certainly not me.

His scent smacked into my face as I drew nearer, the stench different from normal wolves. Usually, I could smell the earth that ran in their veins and the smell of the forest that leaked from their pores, even in human form. This man though, he had an added burnt smell added to his scent.

My eyes had adjusted to the dark as soon as I entered, searching for the one who might have the answers. It wasn’t until Drake leant against the bars, squinting towards the shape in the corner that I realised how good my eyesight had progressed since becoming a hybrid-wolf.

“You’re the witch,” the man said, wincing when I pointed at an old candle that sat in an ancient sconce. A flame burst into life, casting shadows down the wall and highlighting the prisoner.

He had long straggly hair, not unlike my own right now. I hadn’t even had a chance to brush it and neither had he.

“I am the hybrid, yes,” I replied, wrapping my hands around the bars and peering closer.

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