Free Broken Compass: Supernatural Prison Story 1 by Jaymin Eve Page A

stillness of nature, the scent of the forest, the call of animals around me. I wasn’t sure if I felt better or worse. The fact that the mate bond might have been falsely manipulated meant I wasn’t just a cold, unfeeling bastard toward my mate, but it also meant some asshole had messed with my life, and my pack. They had caused untold grief. I could have missed the birth of my child. If Jessa hadn’t insisted I return, and if I hadn’t had responsibilities to my brothers and our town, I doubt I would have returned home for a long time.
    Mischa made a muffled noise, almost like she was clearing her throat, and my attention zoomed straight to her. But she wasn’t looking at me, she was staring into the dense, bushy forest.
    “Did you hear something?” she murmured.
    Immediately I unleashed my vampire. I’d had the beast so locked down that my senses were dulled. I should have known better when we were outside the town’s protections.
    As I slowly circled, taking in the entire area, I reached out and pulled Mischa to my side. The slow steady thud of hearts beating and blood pumping started to filter through the air. She was right. More than one supe was closing in on us.
    “Hold on,” I said as I snatched her up and took off. My speed was hindered only slightly by the additional weight – and the very large worry that too much jostling was not good for the baby. Shifters were tough, even when pregnant, but I would take no risks.
    “I can shift,” she whispered up to me, her voice only slightly trembling. ‘That way if I have to fight I can.”
    I gave a violent shake of my head. “No! No way will you be fighting in your condition.”
    The breath whooshed out of me as she somehow managed to kick me in the gut. I recovered almost immediately, but hey … impressive shot.
    Her voice thrummed with anger as she let loose on me. “Not trying to channel my twin here, but in regards to my condition, I’m pregnant, not dying, and you have no right to issue orders or demands. I’ll never blindly follow anyone’s orders ever again, and since I’m still very much in possession of a brain, you can explain yourself without demanding and we might even be on the same page.”
    I knew it wasn’t in my best interest to laugh, but I was definitely enjoying this new side of Mischa. “My plan is to keep you and our baby safe. I’m the idiot who lost my mind and decided to bring you outside of the town’s protections. I can’t stand the thought that you two might be in danger…”
    I cut myself off before more messed up thoughts fell out of my mouth. Every time I talked to Mischa, I ended up telling her so much more than I planned.
    What the hell was this chick in possession of, some sort of magical faerie dust that had me spilling my innermost emotions? Definitely something going on there, but I had no time to deal with that. Now I needed to kill any motherfucker who thought they could threaten Mischa and my child.
     

Mischa Lebron
     
    There have been a few moments in life which have defined me. The first was when I was three and almost killed two boys in the playground. They were five and six years old and had been bullying a little girl and her younger brother. Poor kids had been trying to build an epic castle, and I was wandering across the yard to help them out when all hell broke loose. The two boys, who I later found out were brothers, Mark and Mitchell Jones, were poor kids who had an alcoholic father and a prostitute for a mother. Still, at the very naïve age of three, I knew nothing of these matters, so when they started smashing the sandcastle, kicking sand into the faces of the other kids and shoving them around, I saw red.
    If I’d been observing my three-year-old actions from an adult perspective, I’d have had no problem telling I wasn’t human. I ran faster than was humanly possible and dived across to pummel both of the boys into the ground. If Lienda hadn’t been close by, I had no doubt my red