Becky doesn’t have much time to enjoy her new werewolf lifestyle before Luke and she are up to their snouts in adventure and intrigue. They are pursued by their enemies from their quiet home in the country through the quaint farms of the werewolf world to the wilderness of one of its largest cities. Their travels pick up old friends and make new ones as they try to stay one step ahead of Lance’s ambitions to control the werewolf world and invade the human one. Becky has to master her werewolf skills quickly or risk being culled from the pack.
My heart pounded furiously in my chest and my breathing came out in sharp, short rasps. I writhed and squirmed, trying to free myself from this torture. Above me was a world of dazzling stars, beautiful forests, and wet, stinking fur. Yeah, that last part really stank, and it was all Luke’s fault. He was my Creator, my mate, and right then he was a thorn in my side. We weren’t haven’t the wild and rowdy sex I desperately wanted at that moment. Actually, I wanted to be doing practically anything else than what we were doing at that moment.
Luke and I were out on his property along the creek practicing my tracking skills, speed, and werewolf transformation, and how to control all that raw power that rippled beneath my lovely, modest exterior. But enough about me, back to the heinous torture Luke was afflicting on me that led to my getting soaked.
“I’m not going to do it,” I refused.
“You have to. All wolves do,” Luke insisted.
I turned away from him and crossed my arms. “Well, maybe I’ve decided to go vegan.”
“As I’ve told you twenty times before, you can’t go vegan. The Beast won’t let you,” he reminded me. The Beast was the wolf within us, a lustful, blood-thirsty creature who craved violence and the hunt. Kind of like a tax collector with fangs.
“Maybe my Beast is nicer than yours,” I argued.
Luke snorted, but kept his serious expression. “You have to hunt rabbits, Becky. The deer in this area might be too large for you to take without getting yourself hurt.”
I glared at him. “Do you know what you’re asking me to do?” I wondered.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “No, what am I asking you to do?”
“You’re asking me to kill Thumper.”
“I’m asking you to satiate your Beast’s desire to hunt and eat-”
“-a harmless bunny,” I finished.
“Have you ever been bitten by a rabbit?” he asked me.
“They’re not harmless, and they have some very large claws,” he told me. “These are dangerous creatures. You may not even make it out alive after capturing your first one.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re just trying to make me think they’re vicious monster rabbits so I’ll hunt one, but there’s no way-” Luke stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around me. He leaned in and I shivered when I felt his warm breath against my neck.
“If you catch one we can go back to the house. Don’t you hear our bed calling?” he whispered.
“W-why can’t we go back now?” I suggested.
Luke chuckled and leaned down to plant a soft kiss against the quivering flesh of my neck. His voice was low and sultry. “Because you haven’t caught a rabbit yet,” he teased.
“T-this is cheating,” I protested.
“But don’t you smell the delicious scent of rabbit? Doesn’t it make your mouth water?” he cooed. At his bidding my nostrils flared and my nose picked up on the fresh trail of an innocent bunny. My heart rate picked up as my sniffer tracked the smell to a mess of bushes along the creek bed. Meanwhile, Luke blazed a trail of hot kisses down my neck while his hands slid in teasing circles around my hips. I squirmed and bit my lip, trying desperately not to whimper and failing to keep my body temperature below a feverish level.
“Y-you know you’re evil, don’t you?” I asked him.
There was that creepy, evil chuckle of his. “Yep, and you know you want to get that-” Before he finished the said rabbit darted out from the bushes.
Me in my feral, lustful mindset couldn’t fight the urge to chase after the running prey. I pulled myself from Luke’s arms and raced after the spry, zig-zagging bunny. He sent me on a merry chase over the uneven, root-littered creek path and perilously close to the creek itself. One slip and I’d be done for, swallowed up by the moss-covered rocks and frigid water. My right foot decided to do that slipping, and in one fell swoop my dreams and nightmares of a rabbit stew went up with the first splash of water as I crashed into the creek.
I sputtered and swallowed about half the annual runoff of the local mountains before I pulled my head out of the water and heard a booming laugh from the bank. I whipped my head in that direction and glared at my laughing mate. He was doubled over from his cackling and was making no attempt at dragging me out of the cold water. Adding insult to injury, in my eagerness to capture the rabbit my arms, legs, and face were partially transformed, leaving me with the disgustingly wet fur of which I’d earlier mentioned.
I tried to stand, but slipped on the wet rocks beneath me and crashed back into the cold water. “I’d hate to interrupt your fun,” I called out to Luke, “but could you help me out of here before I become a pup-sicle?”
Luke choked out a few more laughs and gathered himself. “Sure thing.” He carefully stepped onto some rocks close to me and held out his hand to me. There was a smirk on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes. “But might I say, you look stunning as a drowned rat.”
I sweetly smiled at him and grabbed his hand. “And you’ll look all wet.” I yanked hard toward me, and in his precarious footing he slipped and tumbled into the drink. Unfortunately, his crash wasn’t beside me, but on top of me. I got dunked again, and our arms and legs flailed in the water, each trying to free ourselves from the grasp of the frigid creek.
After a few wild moments Luke managed to find his footing and dragged us both from the creek. We were soaked and I with my arms crossed stood shivering on the bank. “T-that’ll t-teach y-you to l-laugh at m-me,” I stuttered.
Luke bared the cold much better as he stood there letting his clothes drip on the path. We could have made a new creek with how much water dripped off us. “I think that’s enough practice tonight,” he announced.
“Or for the next year,” I grumbled. I shuffled down the path toward the house, but yelped when I was swept up into a pair of strong, wet arms.
Luke grinned down at me with that evil twinkle in his eyes. “The faster we get back the faster we can get out of these clothes,” he told me.
“And the faster we can get into some dry ones,” I finished.
He grinned. “Who said anything about getting back into clothes?”
I smiled and leaned my head against his chest while he shot off down the trail toward home. It was nice having my own private handler, especially in the bedroom. “Be careful not to run into a tree, Jeeves,” I teased.
Luke chuckled. “I’ll try, but I have been meaning to get a crew in here to clean up some of these overgrown trees,” he returned.
I rolled my eyes and snuggled his shirt. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”