Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Stop reading stories about her. She’s a bad influence, and I’m sure they’re all lies,” Tailor says.
“She can read the stories. They keep her quiet,” Conroy says. “Bad influences are everywhere. If she wants to be bad, she’ll be bad. Doesn’t matter what she reads.”
“I think she should be consuming improving material,” Tailor says. “We are trying to mold her into…”
“You’re trying to raise her,” Conroy snorts. “She’s a fully grown woman. She’s not going to change now. She’s going to keep being the same brat she was before we met. Personalities don’t shift that much.”
“Maybe not, but I think people can be shaped. We all have to adapt to our circumstances, and they change us, don’t they. We were one thing when we ran the port and we’re something else now that we’re… whatever the hell we are.”
Conroy looks at him.
“You’re right. We don’t change.”
“What?”
“We haven’t shifted. Not even once. We haven’t been ourselves.”
“Aren’t we escaping?” I remind them.
“We’re escaping in animal form. It’s safer. Faster. Wolves are much quicker than people. So we’re going to practice.”
“Why?”
Conroy looks over at me, his brows lowered. “Because we have not ensured that we all can.”
“So this is a test for me. And we’re going to do it in the middle of the city that is specifically looking for a female shifter. That’s crazy.”
“You stole an ancient vampire’s most precious possession, tried to sneak it through a wolf run port; when you failed, you still snuck out, then came back, ran the vampire over, and have been insisting on running around inside this incredibly hostile city where literally everybody wants you dead… but taking your true animal form would be crazy?”
Conroy is starting to sound a little sarcastic too. I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m not shifting. It’s not safe.”
“You will be taking your animal form with the rest of us,” he orders.
A moment later, he is not himself.
I’ve never really liked Conroy. I’ve been attracted to him. I’ve come on his cock. I’ve been filled with his seed. I’ve lusted for him. I’ve saved his life, but liked him? Not so much.
“Oh, my…” I gasp as I am suddenly overcome with intense awe.
His transformation is nothing short of stunning. His thick, glossy hair becomes a thick dark pelt, his eyes are a piercing hazel green. He is huge, so large that it feels as though he won’t fit through the door.
We are playing a dangerous game. We are cornered. We are hunted. We are coming out fighting, and he looks the epitome of every single one of their nightmares. Rock City has manifested its very own worst case scenario, vampires surrounding it, wolves inhabiting it.
I let out a soft whimper as I look at him, suddenly seeing him for precisely who he is. He is cramped in his human form, made small by flesh. But like this? Like this I see every bit of his animal majesty.
The others follow immediate animal suit, stripping off their clothes and taking on their wolf selves as naturally and smoothly as I can imagine.
Damon is fucking stunning as a wolf. Sleek, dark, and powerful. I realize now why his silence as a person is never strange. It feels like a natural part of him, just like this is the natural part of him. Why would he ever speak, when he is clearly a creature who does not need words? I can see how he would easily fade into the shadows.
Tailor, of course, is elegant. Even as a wolf. He has a lighter tan hue to his fur, which gleams as though it has been licked into place with absolute precision. His eyes are a light brown, warm but piercing in their own way.
All three of them look at me expectantly. They’re waiting for me to perform the same magic trick. I’ve been avoiding this, and I’m going to keep avoiding it.
“You all look amazing,” I say. “So good! Wow!”
Words don’t distract wolves.
Conroy slides back into his human form. Easily. Unbothered-ly. Like it’s second nature to him. He stands in front of me, his thick cock drawing my eye as it hangs in front of me. Better to look at that than the disappointed expression on his face.
“You need to shift, Kita.”
“Nahhh,” I say. “I don’t really.”
His eyes narrow at me. “You can take your wolf form, can’t you?”
“Of course I can.”
He cocks his head to the side and folds his arms over his chest. Damon and Tailor seat themselves in their wolf forms, watching me with animal interest.
“We’ve never talked about when your parents died. You’ve mentioned it, but not in detail.”
“I was old enough.”
“Old enough to what?”
“Survive.”
“So you know how to take your wolf form,” he says.
“Yes. I just don’t want to right now.”
“You need to do it in order to escape with us.”