Free Sassy Ever After: Bonnie Sass (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Erika Masten Page A

every fucking thing about Las Vegas. Been here my whole fucking life.” For once Angie was going to make that count.
    But Thomas kept insisting he was too weak. He needed to heal. He needed blood.
    Angie knew the pack, even if she sent them right that second, could very well be too late to save Calum. But a vampire, this vampire, could move with far more speed. He could fly through the night in a fraction of the time it would take the Highlands pack to reach their alpha.
    There was only one way for her to make that happen.
    Angie put her wrist up to Thomas Davenport’s mouth. “Drink,” she told him. “Goddamn you, you drink.”

Chapter Twelve
    I n his last few moments , what struck Calum most was the feeling he was abandoning Angharod again. The way he had when he had insisted on dealing with his father’s death without dragging her into it. Without dragging her into the messier parts of his life where he was less than the perfect man for her.
    Still in his wolf form but with his dark fur mottled crimson red, Calum used his beast’s fangs and powerful jaws to rip a rogue wolf off his back where its teeth were tearing into his flesh. Odd that he would notice now, in the midst of battle, how cool the desert wind was against his wet coat. Wet with his blood. His human side was thinking too much as he tired physically.
    Another, ruddy wolf crashed into the alpha as soon as he was rid of the last. Was it Ballard’s wolf? Calum lost his footing and tumbled but took his enemy down with him in a ball of teeth and claws. Was this how his pack would find him later? Dead but with an enemy’s throat still gripped in his jaws?
    His pack brothers would honor such a death, but Angie…. She would still be alone, again. The sharp ache in Calum’s chest kept the man and beast fighting for survival, for their mate, against five or was it ten or was it more rogue wolves? When they were piling onto him, though, on his back and at his throat and on each haunch, the Highlands alpha struggled and failed to keep his feet under him.
    At least Kenzie and Angie were safe. Calum didn’t want to but he couldn’t help closing his eyes and holding his breath as the pain of his wounds mounted.
    A sharp yelp pierced the night, and it surprised Calum that he didn’t think it was his. Then he heard another. And then finally there was that voice that shouldn’t have been there but meant so much in that moment.
    “Calum,” Angie called out. She sounded weak. “Calum, standup. Fight. We’re here. I’m here for you.”
    We? Had his pack found him? Hew and Ewan had been on their way. Aye, surely that was it, but why had they brought Angie them? And why did the alpha smell vampire? There couldn’t have been a worse time to add vampires to the mix.
    The sickly sweet stench of undead, enticing to humans but putrid to wolves, was overwhelming for an instant. Then Calum felt all the weight come off of him, and he looked up to find a dark-haired vampire tossing rogue wolves in every direction. They leapt upon him, attaching themselves to him with their fangs in his flesh everywhere they could. Calum recognized the vampire was in a kind of blood frenzy. Like the wolves had their battle frenzy.
    “Calum, get up. Get up now, you mangy fur ball.”
    Leave it to his bossy little lass to sass him at a time like this. Good thing for the alpha he found that sassy streak so invigorating, because he needed that adrenaline right now. He needed it desperately if he and one dark-haired vampire he couldn’t explain helping him were going to hold their own against at least ten werewolves until his pack brothers arrived.
    Aye, and indeed that was exactly what they were going to do.

Chapter Thirteen
    “ T here’s something I should tell you.”
    Angie looked sidelong at Lord Calum Ferguson as they rode bicycles side-by-side along a rutted Scottish dirt road. As usual, with the Highlands wind in his mussed hair, he looked too handsome by half. The ass-hugging