and protect our damn territory.” You mean the Dark City, right? With the secrets and lies…and the power. “He needs a doctor, one of your kind.”
“Take him to the Darkness. I’ll have one of our men waiting,” I answered, but even as I said the words, I felt the beast writhing under my skin, baring his teeth. “Then you’ll need to bring him here.”
“I have a bad feeling about this, Wolf.”
“So do I, brother,” I sighed. “So do I.”
I lowered the phone and ended the call.
“News?” Carina asked.
“Nothing good,” I answered, grabbing black cargos and a shirt. “Harlan is making his presence known, but you don’t need to worry about that. My focus is on keeping you safe.”
“And finding that Wolf…Finis?”
I stiffened, just the sound of his name on her lips almost bringing me undone. I swallowed and took a step closer. “He can’t get to you, not now…not ever. I’ll make it so you don’t have to worry about him ever again.”
Once and for all…
“And Wry?” she asked, even now she cared about the pack before herself. “Will he be alright?”
My throat tightened as I nodded. I swallowed the hard lump in the back of my throat. “Sure he will.” I forced a smile, unable to hold her gaze, and looked at Vitold.
I couldn’t look at her…and lie.
7
He wouldn’t look at me. Not after he slung the towel over the rocks. Not even when he turned and held out his hand, muttering, “You need to eat.”
I need to eat? I need to—my fist clenched at my side. I needed…
Chaos, the word stopped my rage dead. Malevolent chaos.
I swallowed hard as memories of last night reared inside my head. Dark power lingered at the edges of my mind, deeper than the burn that Unseelie bastard had put in my chest. I looked down at the green glow that spilled faintly through the black t-shirt. Something else moved through me now. Something so strong it terrified me. It wanted more…it wanted all of them.
Phantom’s outstretched hand waited, until he slowly turned his head. “Carina?”
My belly let out a howl, forcing me to step forward and take his hand, letting him lead me into the next room. A fire was crackling in an improvised fireplace dug into the far wall, the smoke slipping through the cracks high above, sucked away by some kind of updraft of the mountain air.
Phantom’s kill sizzled over the flames, its belly run through with a tree branch. My mind was cast back to that wet splat as Phantom shifted last night. A splat that had obviously been freshly killed. Food. Even after all we’d gone through last night, his primary concern was for me to eat. I swallowed hard as my stomach howled with fury. “That smells divine.”
Church rose from the fire and headed toward me, carrying a well-filled plate. “I thought you’d be hungry,” he explained, and briefly met my gaze before he looked away again.
A pulse throbbed through my body as I watched him move toward me, carnal and wicked as that savage voice whispered…mine…
Church’s eyes widened as he stopped, the damn plate trembling in his outstretched hands. I clenched my fist, driving my nails into the flesh of my palm as that savage echo surged inside me, rippling with dangerous possession. You are mine.
He ran from me last night, ran like his life had depended on it, and that dangerous part of me didn’t like that at all. She wanted him even more now…like he was a challenge—like he was unclaimed.
Phantom stepped away, pulling his phone from his pocket and tearing me from that dark, malignant lust. He swiped the screen and lifted the phone to his ear, turning away from us at the last moment before he spoke. “Doc, you know who this is. I have a man coming, Darkness Desire Club, you know the address. The Unseelie are bringing him to you. I need him fixed, fixed and ready. Call me when you get this message.”
I caught the tortured look on Church’s face and reached to take his offering. “Thank you, I’m starving.”
“News from the Unseelie?” Vitold asked, striding toward the fire as I lifted a piece of meat to my lips.
“Better be good fucking news,” Arran growled behind me, making me turn.
Flashes of last night rose instantly. Licking, nuzzling, fangs scraping tender skin. His tongue between my thighs…and his cock driving deep. My body clenched in response, desperate for him once more.
“Special agent.” He strode toward me, still naked. Those sparkling,