Free The Lycan Hunter (The Gardinian World Series) by Kelsey Jordan

before he could come up with the words he needed.
    “You’d do what?”
    Ronan kept his eyes on the female. “I know. Just one look and I’m screwed. I thought your situation was crazy, but…”
    Erma and Marcela looked at each other and shrugged, obviously unaware of Kyran’s situation with the Hunter.
    Kyran laughed. “Mine is still crazier, but I still don’t understand. What happened?”
    “I See her.”
    “As in Soul See?”
    “Yeah. She’s purple. Deep fucking purple.”
    Seeing another ’ s soul was akin to humans feeling love at first sight. Unlike with humans, Soul Seeing was a bigger deal. Once a Lycan found their Soul ’ s Mate, they were never the same. They hungered for their mate on a visceral level and became pretty damn agitated when anything stood between them and their Soul’s desire.
    He was mildly jealous as his gaze flashed between Ronan and Marcela. His brother was getting what Kyran could only hope for. Of course he wished his brother all the happiness that came with finding his mate. A desperate longing etched itself along the halls of his heart for all the things he had long denied himself and all the things he knew wouldn ’ t likely come his way. Unfortunately, his happiness was wrapped up in the one thing all Lycans feared and hated.
    “I can See her, Kyran, and it’s scary as shit.”
    Marcela walked over and stood in front of Ronan, indignation written in her very existence. “What do you mean it’s scary?”
    “Your Soul isn ’ t scary,” he laughed. “That ’ s not what I meant. Being able to See it, however, is.”
    “I don’t get why Seeing my soul is scary.”
    “Because you don’t see mine,” Ronan said.
    For some reason, Ronan’s voice sounded sad, even lonely.
    Ronan had always claimed that Rockys tended to marry other Rockys, because the only ones that would truly understand the life of Rocky was someone who had also spoken the oaths. With that said, Ronan had never made much of an effort to find his mate among the Tala Rockys. He claimed – for the time being – that he was glad he hadn't found her, that he didn’t need the hassle at this point in his life.
    If Ronan saw her soul, but she didn ’ t see his, Ronan would be left pining for a female whose soul had no desire for him. Lopsided bonds happened , but they were rare.
    Kyran could think of better things to happen to a Lycan. Like death or a life filled with torture. Both were more appealing options than a life spent wanting.
    “Why so blue, Ronan?” she asked as she smiled and knelt in front of him. “Who said I can’t See you?”
    Kyran smiled as his brother seemed to expand from his former deflated appearance. A light danced in his eyes, but it faded as quickly as it appeared.
    “Wait, it doesn ’ t even mean anything. I have no intention of repeatin g Arik’s choices, and I’m not going back to being a second class –”
    She placed an index finger over his lips, cutting him off.
    “I’m not asking you to. More importantly, you’re trying to solve way too much right now.” She pulled a stiff cream colored card out of her form fitting jeans. “Give me a call later.”
    “Maybe,” Ronan said with a smile.
    Marcela used the armrests of his chair to push to her feet. She kissed his semi-exposed throat, a move that could be taken as a mark of dominance or one of affection.
    “I wasn’t asking.”
    Ronan launched from the chair, tackling the female.
    Kyran jumped from his seat, prepared to separate his brother when a feminine moan followed by a throaty laugh came from the tangle of limbs on the floor.
    “First, get off my floor doing whatever you ’ re doing. Second, Ronan, I thought you were about to repeat your history with female Tepinoks.”
    Erma, who had been sitting quietly, laughed. “I didn’t.”
    Ronan sat up and pulled Marcela onto his lap. “Relax, Kyran. There ’ s more than one way to prove dominance.”
    Kyran snorted. He knew that, but with his brother’s