Free Ashes To Ashes (Wolf Guard Book 2) by Roxanne Lee Page B

chest.
     
    Unfortunately, It wouldn't kill him and would eventually wear off. It was the feeling of choking not an actual constriction of the airways. Still, the panic was an unavoidable reaction and this time, I liked seeing that effect more than usual.
     
    The Scotsman started clawing at his throat and Ty's smile became decidedly evil. "Oh don't worry, buddy. It'll wear off eventually. In the meantime, it was nice meeting you and I hope to see you again soon. Come on, Sash. Let's get going."
     
    I turned amused eyes his way and dutifully followed him out of the store, leaving Duncan slowly sliding to his knees. "Well, that was interesting."
     
    Ty grinned, "see, told you I was helpful."
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 10
     

     
     
     
     
     
    She had gold eyes.
     
    Gold.
     
    Like little stars that shone a glorious fire.
     
    As Vega burns to be Lyra's brightest star, so she burned for me.
     
     
     
     
    I like shiny things.
     
     
     
     
    But she was a feeder. Wolf didn't like feeders, they made him feel sick, like tar slicked across skin and oil that slid in sticky residue along veins that shut down from clogging.
     
    Perhaps she'd agree to not be a feeder. Cease that vile fading that consumes a body til it withers.
     
    But...can they can stop? Do they die if they don't feed?
     
    The wolf didn't like that idea either.
     
    We could keep her here, lock the feeder in a room built to hold that seeping oil. Perhaps visit, just when the tar becomes water in its weakness.
     
    But they don't like being locked up...women. They need air and space and things that you buy them.
     
    Don't they?
     
    Perhaps I should ask Arya, she'd know if that was okay, to keep her locked away.
     
    I wouldn't mind her being here, she wasn't as bad as the others, not so coated in such black grease. Her brother though; I could feel that from a mile away. Wolf cringed under his thickened aura.
     
    I could kill him. I wonder if she'd mind...perhaps she would understand.
     
    But then, she'd come between us as I'd held him by his throat, tried to stop the choking I'd been so intent on.
     
    Her claws had come out, pretty talons that scoured my skin as they tapped against it, sank deep to spill crimson blood. A sharpened, gratifying touch. We appreciated her vengeful nature, it was a draw for both the man and the already enamored wolf.
     
    Conall cleared his throat beside me as I paced back and fore on the hardened soil, cracked from icy frost melting in the afternoon sun. "Lane?"
     
    I snapped my eyes to his. Perhaps I'd ask him, he could be helpful sometimes...mostly drunk, but sometimes useful. "Yes?" He indicated behind me and I turned to see the pack of females, a few men within their closed ranks, staring at me. "What do they want?"
     
    Conall huffed a laugh, "I'd imagine they're waitin' on yer."
     
    I frowned a little, "why?"
     
    "Well, you're their new Alpha, they're most likely waitin' on instruction."
     
    I frowned again, I didn't have time for them right now. I looked a few in the eye and scowled as they instantly dropped their eyes. "Go...away." They scattered like rabbits, giving Wolf need to chase and rag them around like tiny prey.
     
    She'd run as well. But I found I wanted to chase for another reason, something like a game to play, hunt her down and run around the icy forest with her wolf. I hadn't played a game in years.
     
    "Do yer want a change of clothes?"
     
    I looked down at myself, red covered and stained, blood that had been absorbed by material until it hung heavy on my skin. I liked this colour - I should get some more. Carver had always given me black clothes but this was different, vibrant. "Later." I swung my gaze to Conall, he seemed amused about something. He had spent some time with the female, perhaps he knew things about her. "The girl...little witch."
     
    His lips twitched, "she's yours, yes?"
     
    I pondered the question. Was she mine? It seemed like ownership to say that and if I