Dark Wolf Unbound (Heart of the Shifter #2)

by Stephanie Rowe

  Dark Wolf Unbound

  A Heart of the Shifter Novel

  Stephanie Rowe

  SBD Press

  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Sneak Peek: Dark Wolf Rising

  Sneak Peek: Leopard’s Kiss

  Sneak Peek: Darkness Awakened

  Sneak Peek: Shadows of Darkness

  Books By Stephanie Rowe

  About the Author

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Copyright

  Dark Wolf Unbound (a Heart of the Shifter novel). Copyright © 2016 by Steph.anie Rowe.

  ISBN 10: 1940968259

  ISBN 13: 9781940968254

  Cover design © 2015 by Inspire Creative Services.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reprodduced, disseminated, or transmitted in any form or by any means or for any use, including recorrding or any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written conssent of the author and/or the artist. The only excepttion is short excerpts or the cover image in reviews. Please be a leading force in respecting the right of authors and artists to protect their work. This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, organizations, places and events portrayed in this novel or on the cover are either products of the author’s or artist’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author or the artist. There are excerpts from other books by the author in the back of the book.

  Chapter 1

  Jace Donovan didn’t hesitate.

  The moment his SUV pulled up in front of the old ranch house buried in the woods on the banks of the Hood Canal in Washington, Jace kicked open the door and stepped out onto the damp ground. The winter rains had created a muddy mess, but it mattered little to him. Nothing mattered to him right now. The pain from his shattered ankle was excruciating, but he kept his weight evenly distributed on both feet, out of habit. No wolf shifter showed weakness and lived long enough to regret it.

  His two pack mates, Cash Burns and Drake London, got out of the vehicle and walked up so they were flanking him, both of them close enough to grab him if all hell broke loose.

  Jace grimly studied the decrepit house. The paint was peeling, the shutters were broken, and the lawn was an overgrown swamp of moss, mud, and weeds. His black mood became even darker at the sight of the squalor. The Stevens family had so little, and yet he’d still managed to find something to steal from them. Not just something. He’d stolen the only thing that mattered.

  “You have the guns?” he asked his escorts, keeping his gaze on the run-down house.

  “We’re not going to shoot you,” Cash said evenly.

  “Do you have the guns?” he asked again, making it clear that he wasn’t going to even acknowledge that mutinous statement.

  “Shit, Jace, you’re not going to lose control and murder them,” Drake said. “Grigori is gone. He doesn’t control you anymore.”

  Jace said nothing. He just stood there, watching the house, waiting. He wasn’t going to explain it again. It was their job to do as he instructed, and if he showed weakness, he knew they would never do it. Yeah, he was their alpha, but he was more than that. These two men were his deepest friends and his greatest allies. If Jace gave them any leeway at all, he knew they would never put a bullet into him when the moment came.

  So, he waited, not looking at them, not lowering himself to respond. He used the blistering pain in his ankle to distract himself, adjusting his stance to put even more weight on the ankle that had been crushed in a recent fight with the psychopath Grigori and Jace’s deputy, Damien, who Grigori had co-opted.

  Finally, Cash and Drake exchanged glances, and Cash shrugged. “Fine, yeah, we have the guns. If you go after anyone, we’ll stop you.”

  Tension wrapped tighter around Jace’s spine. “No matter what it takes.”

  Cash sighed. “No matter what it takes.”

  Satisfaction pulsed through Jace. He wasn’t going to pretend he was happy to die. The last thing he fucking wanted was to get a silver bullet between his eyes, but he wasn’t going to let one more innocent die by his hands. If killing him was necessary to protect others, then killing him was what needed to happen.

  “Then we go in.” He strode forward without hesitation, heading right for the front door. With each step on his injured leg, his body shook in agony, but he welcomed the pain. Each shard of pain was a reminder of what he’d done, for letting his wolf control him. He deserved a shattered ankle, and a part of him was still pissed that the doctors had worked so hard to save it.

  As Jace neared the house, Cash and Drake stayed so close that their trench coats brushed his legs. He hadn’t gone anywhere without Cash and Drake since he’d been released from prison. They were his bodyguards now, but their job wasn’t to protect him. It was to protect others from him. He knew he was a ticking time bomb, but he didn’t know what trigger would make him finally explode.

  He slammed his fist on the door and then stepped back.

  Waiting.

  There was no sound from inside.

  Swearing under his breath, he hit the door with his fist again. “Hello!” he shouted. “Is anyone home?”

  This time, he heard the faint shuffle of footsteps inside. Tension shot through him, and he jumped back, moving slightly behind Cash and Drake. Sweat broke out over his palms as the footsteps neared the front door. Someone was walking toward the door, toward him. Someone who once could have trusted him, could now become his victim in a split second.

  The song, that fucking song, began to play in his head again, and he swore, slamming his fists to his forehead. Shut the fuck up. Sweat trickled down his back as he fought to silence that song, but he could still hear it, faintly, drifting through the edges of his mind.

  Ever since he’d heard that song and it had forced him to shift and murder, the song had continued to haunt him, drifting through his mind on its own, as if it were a wraith that was slithering through his mind, waiting for the right time to incite him to attack.

  He knew he should leave. He shouldn’t be here. But he owed this family, and he trusted Cash and Drake to shut him down. “Knife,” he commanded Cash. “Get the knife ready.” The song was getting louder in his head. How loud did it have to get before it forced him to shift, before it turned him into a murderer again? He’d been able to resist the song ever since that night, but it was stronger right now than it had ever been, crawling through his veins like an insidious poison.

  Cash glanced over at him. His eyes widened at whatever expression he saw on Jace’s face, and he immediately reached into his coat pocket. Jace knew that his fingers were now wrapped around the handle of a silver-bladed knife, ready to strike.

  The knife wouldn’t kill him, but the hit of silver in his veins would hurt him enough for Drake to shoot him.

  The door handle began to turn, and the song played even louder in his head. Swearing, Jace dug into his own pocket and wrapped his fingers around the silk bag containing two silver balls. He dumped the
contents into his palm, and his skin began to burn the moment the silver touched his hand. He gritted his jaw against the pain, summoning all his discipline to keep himself from jerking his hand out of his pocket and away from the silver.

  The pain in his hand was so consuming that he was barely able to focus when the door opened, revealing a gray-haired woman in a pair of black pants and a red cardigan. Her eyes were bright blue, sparkling with more life than he would have expected, given her stooped shoulders and the trauma he’d put her through.

  He cleared his throat and pulled his shoulders back, keeping his fist tight around the silver balls and leaning more of his weight onto his broken ankle. The pain was excruciating, but it worked, leaving no room in his mind for songs. “Mrs. Stevens?” he asked.

  The woman’s silver-white eyebrows went up. “I’m Nancy Collins. No Stevens here.” Her eyes were bright, but there was an edge to her voice that spoke of a heavy weight in her soul.

  “None?” Had he gotten the wrong house?

  No, he was certain of his information. This was the last registered home address of Melissa. He quickly concluded that this must be the grandmother. No one from her family had come to the trial, so he had no way to recognize anyone. “Are you the mother or grandmother of Melissa Stevens?” His voice caught as he said the name of the woman he’d murdered. Jesus.

  Pain flickered across the woman’s face. “Not mother. Grandmother,” she said softly. “My poor girls. First Jessica, and then her daughter, dying the same way.”

  The same way? The mother had been murdered too? Jesus. What the fuck had he brought upon this woman? The gaping emptiness that had been haunting him since that night expanded, sucking him down. He knew this was it. He was done after this. As an alpha, there had been instances where he’d had to make the choice to end the life of another shifter, after he’d concluded that it was an irredeemable threat to society. He never took the task lightly, but protecting innocents was the very foundation of who he was. The song had turned him into the same monster that he’d had to destroy, and now, it was his turn.

  There was just one last thing to do before he took the fate he deserved.

  Slowly, he went down on his knees and bowed his head. “My name is Jace Donovan,” he said. “I—”

  “Jace Donovan?” The woman sucked in her breath, apparently recognizing his name. “You bastard!”

  He didn’t lift his head, staring at the weeds growing out of the cracked cement on the stoop. “I know. I know there is no forgiveness for what I did. I know nothing I can do will bring her back. But I owe you and your family an apology. I am sorry, on every level of my soul, for killing your granddaughter. I—”

  “You think it’s an excuse that someone else was controlling you?” she hissed. “You think that makes it okay?”

  He looked up, what was left of his soul crumbling when he saw the tears shining on her cheeks. “No,” he said. “I don’t think it makes it okay. That’s why I’m here to apologize.” He suddenly had an idea, and he looked over at Cash. “Give her the gun.”

  “What?” Cash looked shocked. “No.”

  “Give her the gun.” As the pack alpha, Jace knew that Cash had no choice but to follow his orders. He looked at Nancy. “I give you the honor of killing me.”

  Her eyes widened. “What are you talking about? I don’t want to shoot you.”

  “You deserve the closure.” He glared at Cash. “Give her the gun.”

  Cash shook his head. “No!”

  “It has to be done. I was going to do it, but it’s better this way.” He turned toward the woman, whose eyes had gone wide as she watched the exchange. “Killing your granddaughter violated every moral code I have,” he said. “I agree that it is irrelevant that Grigori was controlling me. That’s no excuse. Any wolf shifter that’s a threat to the safety of innocents must die, and I’m no exception. I give you the honor.”

  “Fuck that.” Cash glared at him. “You’re not going to kill yourself because some piece of shit manipulated you. We need you.”

  Jace lurched to his feet, scowling back at Cash. “Do you realize I hear that fucking song in my head all the time? That I can feel my body wanting to shift? He doesn’t even have to be near me to trigger it. Whatever he did to me is still in there, and it’s just a matter of time until it wins again. Then what? Should I make a pilgrimage to apologize again to the next family? And then the next? Fuck that, Cash! I’m a liability, and I can’t be allowed to live. It’s your turn to take over the pack, so back the fuck off and give her the damn gun!”

  The front door slammed shut, jerking Jace’s attention back to the door. Nancy was gone, and he heard the lock on the front door click. “Shit!” He rapped his knuckles on the door again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I—”

  “Stop.” Drake put his hand on Jace’s shoulder. “It’s over. She absolved you by refusing to kill you.”

  Jace bowed his head, leaning his forehead against the worn-out front door, anguish consuming him. “I scared her,” he whispered. “I came here to apologize, and I made it worse.” Darkness pressed down on him, and he closed his eyes, unwilling to summon the strength to fight it off anymore. The guilt that had been crushing him so mercilessly since that night surged around him, tearing apart what little was left of his soul. He decided to let the song take him, to surrender to it and to make the decision easy for Cash and Drake.

  He dropped to his knees and grabbed the doorframe, leaning his head against the wood. “Do it.”

  Cash tensed. “Fuck no. Get up.”

  Jace knew then that they didn’t believe him. They had no concept of the power of the song that was still in his head. They had no understanding of how deadly it could turn him in a split second, a monster utterly devoid of any kind of mercy or humanity.

  He closed his eyes, and, for the first time since the murder, he intentionally attuned his mind to the song. He listened to it, breathing in each note, each word, each waft of power. It began to build inside him, and heat began to rise off his body.

  “Son of a bitch,” Drake said. “He’s calling the song. He’s trying to force us to kill him.”

  “Jace!” Cash commanded. “Look at me!”

  Jace kept his head down, and continued to listen to the song. His skin began to prickle.

  “Throw the gun away,” Cash shouted at Drake. “Get rid of it!”

  “But if he shifts—”

  “Ditch it!”

  Jace heard the thud of a gun hitting the ground a hundred yards away, and he swore. “Don’t!” He looked up just as Drake threw his gun into the woods. “You idiots!” He lurched to his feet. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Saving your life!” Cash grabbed him by the shirt and threw him up against the door. “You’re our alpha! If you shift now and murder us, then you violate your oath to protect your pack. Pull it together, Jace! Do it now or you’re going to kill us!”

  The song was louder now, almost at full strength. Jace swore and jammed his hand into his pocket, grabbing the silver balls. Pain knifed through him, but the song continued to scream through his mind. He couldn’t shift right now. There was no one to stop him, and there was a little old lady behind a decrepit door, and his two pack mates, all of whom would be targets for his insanity. Shit! He had to resist the song, but it was too strong now, taking over him with ruthless efficiency. “The knife,” he commanded. “Get it!”

  Cash pulled the knife out and sliced Jace’s shirt open. He pressed the flat of the silver blade across Jace’s chest, right over his heart.

  “Son of a bitch,” Jace gasped as smoke began to rise from his skin. His heart stuttered, and lurched, and he collapsed to his knees. Drake caught him as he went down, holding him up enough so Cash didn’t lose contact with the knife. He began to cough, trying to suck air into his lungs, as his body fought to defend itself against the silver. All his energy surged toward his heart, focused only on survival, stealing energy from the song.

  “Yo
u got it now?” Cash asked, his face grim.

  Jace nodded, gripping his chest as Cash removed the blade. He swore, his heart pounding erratically. His lungs didn’t seem to work, and he jerked his hand out of his pocket, releasing the silver balls. His body was struggling in response to all the silver, fighting to regain equilibrium.

  “Let’s get him to the woods.” Drake grabbed one arm, and Cash the other.

  Jace stumbled, trying to regain his feet while the others helped him toward the trees. The moment he reached the edge of the forest, they eased him down to the ground. He collapsed, his face pressed against the wet earth. He concentrated on the richness of the soil, drawing the energy of the earth into his damaged body. Slowly, his heartbeat steadied, and he was able to take a deep breath.

  He rolled onto his back, staring up at the faces of his two most trusted pack mates. Neither of them looked even mildly apologetic for openly disobeying their alpha. “You guys suck.”

  They both grinned unrepentantly. “Sometimes the best follower is the one who knows when to ignore orders,” Cash said.

  “And what about when I finally snap and kill someone else?” Jace asked.

  Drake shrugged, his broad shoulders lifting his heavy jacket. “I got no life. I’m fine with following you around every second of the day. We could have a bromance.”

  Cash coughed and turned away, covering his mouth with his arm, doing a shoddy job covering his amusement.

  Jace scowled at Drake “A bromance? Really? That’s your solution?”

  Drake’s smile faded and he crouched beside Jace. “You saved our asses when we were lost,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Cash and I would both be dead with a trail of victims behind us if you hadn’t saved us. We weren’t innocent, but you fought for us because you believed in us. There’s no fucking chance we’re abandoning you, no matter what, so give it up. You might not have a pristine resume anymore, but that’s not what life is about. Stains make you greater than you already were, and we’re not letting you knock yourself off because some bastard worked you over.”