One of the cops.
“Stop!” he commanded, and Cyn shuddered.
She growled even as she reveled in mutilating Lily's neck, shaking her head slightly in glee.
Metallic and warm, copper filled the air, and Julia gagged.
“Release her!” the cop said.
Cyn raised her muzzle and howled, at once enraged and discouraged.
He had stopped her from tearing Lily's head off.
Jason and Truman snuffled and mewled, not in submission but in pain and disquiet.
Cyn backed away, shaking her head while on her hands and knees. No matter how much she swung her head back and forth, she couldn't rid herself of his command.
Julia's eyes rose to his. A new Alpha.
“I'm Tom Harriet.”
Julia said nothing. His identity meant nothing. Did nothing. William was dead, his sacrifice feeling more and more worthless. He'd saved her from Cormack, the Sidhe that meant her death, only for another group to capture her.
But not just her. It was now her and the others.
Julia dispassionately watched Lily's throat knit the damage, very pink against all that true black skin, Cyn's canines had made.
Julia began to speak, but Harriet held up his hand for silence.
“It was one of my wolves that botched this entire acquisition up three years ago.” His smile was a grim line in a hard face. “And now we have the Blooded Queen—who by rights was always meant to be with the Alaska den and no other.” Harriet spread his hands away from his body.
“Who are you to tell me where I should be, and with whom?” she asked. Her eyes were still closed, her breath shallow as she laid her head against the wall of the van.
She smelled his nearness, and her eyes flew open as Jason growled and struggled to get to her.
Harriet's eyes bled to green.
He was a Red.
“We're not some weak outside pack.” He evaded her question. Those spinning orbs dove into her gaze, mesmerizing, captivating—dead serious.
“I am pack master of the Alaskan den. We take what is ours. No negotiations, no bullshit.”
Julia searched his eyes. He seemed to be telling the truth, though the truth as he saw it.
“What does this mean for me?” Julia asked slowly, though she didn't think she'd like the answer. She was getting accustomed to receiving it.
“Easy, Julia Caldwell. You're the pinnacle of a breeding triangle, to simplify things. As I'm sure the fey rehearsed to you, you throw true, yes?”
Julia stared at him, speechless. Unbelievable. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason inch closer.
“We want more than Alaska.” Harriet's hand closed into a fist by her temple. Julia didn't flinch. She was desensitized at this point. It didn't help that she had to use the bathroom so badly it burned inside her, distracting her from even the fear of this new threat.
He casually swung that held fist into Jason's temple and he fell with a howl, the chains cinching tighter with the movement. As Julia now saw, they were meant to.
Stay still, and they remained slack. Move, and they grew tighter with each motion.
Jason writhed in agony on the floor behind them, and Harriet went on as if nothing had transpired.
“We have the highest concentration of Red Were in the world. We are destined by genetics to be the dominant Were. That is why we're put to death on sight by dens who fear us—our potential.”
Julia chanced a glance at Jason, his eyes spinning orbs of green anger, his wolf a hairsbreadth from erupting. She couldn't stand the idea of what would happen to him if he burst his skin with the silver bindings.
“Don't,” she whispered. Please don't.
“He will, if I will it,” Harriet said softly.
They looked at Harriet. “Why would you take us and torture some of your own kind?” Julia asked, desperate to understand.
“Because I can,” he answered softly.
Tom Harriet turned to face Jason and Truman.
His command brought worse than her imaginings.
Julia cried as the bindings tightened and the howling was the only thing she heard.
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Acknowledgments
It's been over three years since my first book, Death Whispers, was published. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of my readers. Without you, I would not have an audience for my work. Your support, recommendations, encouragement, and critical feedback have allowed my improvement as a writer and as a human being. Ironically, words are inadequate for expressing the depth of my gratitude. Please know how much your support has meant and will continue to mean in the future.
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Thank you:
Special thanks to the following: Ange, Beth Dean Hoover, Dii, Lori and Shana B. for all your help and support.
More Books by Tamara Rose Blodgett
Death Series:
Death Whispers
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Death Inception
Death Screams
Death Weeps
Unrequited Death
For the Love of Death
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The Savage Blood
The Savage Principle
The Savage Vengeance
The Savage Protector
The Savage Dream (pre-order)
The Blood Series:
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Blood Song
Blood Chosen
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The Reflection Series:
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The Demon Series:
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The Druid Series:
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Sow
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Druid #10- 2015
The Siren Series:
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Dark Romance
Novels:
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A Brutal Tenderness
The Darkest Joy
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The Token Serial:
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The Token 2
The Token 3
The Token 4
The Token 5
The Token 6
The Token 7- Thorn
The Token 8- Kiki (pre-order)
The Token 9- Chet Sinclair (pre-order)
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Erotic Shorts
The Dara Nichols Series:
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The Zoe Scott Series:
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The Zoe Scott Series, 1-8 (pre-order)
About the Author:
Tamara Rose Blodgett is the author of over forty titles, including her NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling novel, A Terrible Love, written under the pen name Marata Eros. Tamara writes a variety of dark fiction in the genres of fantasy, science fiction, romance and erotica. She lives in South Dakota with her family and enjoys interacting with her readers.
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