Free Feral Instincts (The Feral Series) by Erin Ashley Page A

Teagan. Dam Lykae. “I’ll be just outside.” Joseph said to
Ava while looking Teagan in the eye in warning. Joseph stepped out into the
hallway on Daniel’s heels and pulled the door halfway shut.
    Ava
awkwardly didn’t know what to say next. I am alone with an honest to
goodness real werewolf! “I’m sorry about that.” Ava said, rubbing her hand.
“I um... I guess I didn’t recognize you. I just want to say that um… well…
thank you, for rescuing me from Salvatore. What he did to me was beyond
horrible… ” Unconsciously, Ava’s fingers came up to rub the pale pink marks on
her neck.  “…but I know that there was so much more yet to come. Thank you
so much for getting me out of there.”
    Teagan
had been stunned when little Ava had reached up to stroke his cheek. Even in
his human form most women were nervous around him, like they still sensed the
danger lying just under the surface. Even more confusing was the disappointment
he had felt when she had pulled her hand away. From the moment that she had
walked into the room his beast had risen to the surface and he hadn’t been able
to take his eyes off of her.
    “You’re
welcome. I’m sorry we didn’t get there sooner for you.” He said with regret
looking down into her crystal blue eyes.
    “Yes,
well that’s not your fault. No one even knew I was there.”
    “Ava?”
Joseph poked his head in the door. “Victor said you might want me to show you
around the estate. Are you ready?”
    “Yes,
I’m coming.” Ava looked back at Teagan with regret. She really had no desire to
leave him but didn’t want to keep Joseph waiting. “Thanks again Teagan.” She
said as she reluctantly walked over to Joseph and he led her down the hall.
    Teagan
scowled at the possessive hand Joseph laid on the small of Ava’s back. The
vampires may be their allies but they certainly didn’t want little Ava
associating with the weres. He didn’t really blame them though. Ava wasn’t a
werewolf and she was a newborn at that and it would be wrong to encourage her
interest in him. He would just have to keep telling himself that.
     
     
    “Argh.
What do you mean you don’t have her!” Salvatore’s roar echoed all throughout
the underground tunnels. Bruno’s body flew through the air, smashing into the
stone wall, his skull crushed on one side, and sliding to the ground where a
bloody puddle formed a gruesome halo around his head. Salvatore barley
restrained himself from tearing his head from his shoulders and finishing him
off. “I am surrounded by incompetent fools!” Salvatore stormed. Picking up a
chair he threw it against a wall smashing it into thick splinters. His eyes
glowing a blood red, the bones of his face began to shift into harsh angles as
the monster revealed itself.
    Moving
at super human speed he picked up a piece of the broken leg and slammed it deep
into the heart one of the rogues that had been with Bruno. The rogue let out a
gurgling scream as it too crumpled to the ground in a pool of blood. Looking at
the two remaining rogues who were cowering, certain they would be the next to
die, he roared at them. “Find her and do not return until you have discovered
where the werewolf took her!”
    Salvatore
sank into his chair to brood. Things were not going as planned. He had to
relocate his lair to these miserable damp tunnels, he had to replace several of
his new rogues and instead of enjoying himself with his beautiful, new consort
she was in the hands of some filthy Lykan! When he found the beast that had
taken her he would cut him apart piece by piece before finally ripping his
heart out with his bare hands!
    This
was all Victor’s fault and that dam Council. Vampires and werewolves working
together, it was an abomination! For centuries they had warred with the Lykan.
They had been little more than mindless beasts, shifting uncontrollably with
every full moon. Although lacking the intelligence of the vampires, the
strength of their beast had