Free BirthControl by Sydney Addae Page B

really want to go to West Virginia. You don’t want to stay any longer than a day, but because it’s what’s best for your pack, you’re willing to give up your personal rights or desires for the good of all. Your sons are the same way. They made a public declaration that anyone who attempts to get to you or their siblings would have to kill them first. See? Pack mentality, not that much different.”
    Her heart slammed against her chest as her fists flexed in and out. “Your point?” she gritted.
    “My point is the wolf nation is my pack. The good and the bad. I have a hierarchy in place so that a million wolves can live peaceably across this country. I govern with rules and those rules must be followed.”
    “Release them, Silas.” She didn’t want to hear his lecture while her sons lay helpless on the floor.
    “No. Not until they submit and bond.”
    She was too incensed to speak. Hadn’t he promised to release them? She raked her memory, he hadn’t. Damn, she’d agreed to his demands without bargaining for her sons’ release.
    Silas stepped around her and faced Tyrone and Tyrese. “Your hotheadedness caused a problem tonight and as much as I like you pups, I will not tolerate your disrespect. No wolf shuts me out. No wolf.”
    A warm breezed brushed against her cheek. Popping sounds filled the air. Agonized grunts and screams of pain broke her paralysis. She ran toward her sons, only to be stopped by some type of invisible wall. She punched and kicked, but could move no closer. The twins were returning to their human state in slow motion. She got the feeling they weren’t controlling the change by the grimaces they wore.
    “Stop that. Stop that right now, Silas. Leave them alone.” She continued yelling, but he ignored her. By the time they looked human, their faces were lined with pain. Their chests heaved in an attempt to gain lost breaths. Silas walked to Tyrese first and spoke to him. She tried to hear what was said, but couldn’t.
    Aggravated and feeling as though she’d lost this battle, she paced back and forth. When Tyrese tilted his head to the side, she stopped and held a horrified cry as Silas’ face changed. Large teeth protruded from his mouth, and then he bit Tyrese on the neck.
    “Stop,” she screamed, trying to move forward, but couldn’t. “Leave them alone.”
    Silas stepped over to Tyrone, who tilted his neck as well. Seeing those long, sharp teeth pierce her son's neck scared her shitless. An unbearable tightness squeezed her heart, causing her legs to buckle. She clutched her chest to lessen the sharp pains racing through her. On her knees, she tried to call out again, but her throat had tightened to the point she couldn’t utter a word. Justifiable anger and disbelief of such barbaric treatment rendered her immobile. In her mind, she fought valiantly for her sons release. In reality, she passed out and her head hit the floor.
    "Jasmine!" was the last word she heard.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Jasmine woke up in slow degrees. Hungry, she sought out her stash of fiber bars she normally left on her night stand and came up empty. Confused, she sat up slowly as everything rushed back to her.
    She and her sons were in Silas’ home. They’d been there a couple of days but she’d been sick to her stomach the first day and had slept most of the second day. Gently, she moved her leg over the side of the bed, testing to be sure her stomach was her friend. Confident that whatever had plagued her the past two days had passed, she dressed and searched for her sons.
    Stepping into the hallway, she looked around. “Tyrone? Tyrese?” She turned slowly, searching in all directions for her sons. “Where are you?” Taking a few steps forward, she opened Tyrone’s bedroom door.
    The room was empty.
    “I know I told them I wanted to go exploring if I felt better today,” she mumbled, growing aggravated as she peeked into Tyrese’s empty bedroom. “It’s not my idea to have body guards