Bitten by Treachery (Hadley Werewolves) Read Online Free Page B

have to say yes. I know it’s hard if you were human and you suddenly find yourself as…one of us. If you have doubts about staying here, I can give you a ride to the motel in town.”
    She shook her head and hoped she sounded unconcerned. “No need. I’m low on cash so I should take up their offer and work on getting a job or something. I need—I need to figure out where I’m going with my life now.”
    “Sounds good.” He backed up. A faint breeze brought his scent to her nose again. Her breath hitched as her body responded to him versus the reality of the situation. He was a werewolf. He was one of them . So why did her eyes travel over his shirt and head down to his thighs? Would his abs be as hard as she imagined?
    “By the way, Emma mentioned some guy named Kyle. Who is he?” Nope, she wasn’t looking for an excuse for him to stay longer. She needed to find the pack leader.
    “He’s the pack alpha. He’s out of town on business. We need to recruit more experienced law-enforcement and firefighters. We can’t keep working with trainees for the foreseeable future.”
    “I see.” So who was in charge then? Trenton? “If the alpha is gone, doesn’t the town need someone to cover him?”
    “We have a few men who cover as second-in-command. Orland and some others. I won’t bore you with the details.”
    She took a step forward, expecting him to retreat, but he didn’t. She swallowed at the decreased space between them and tried to hold his gaze. To look elsewhere would indicate her embarrassment or surprise.
    “Are Emma and Meg still outside?” she asked.
    He moved to the side. “They’re in the house. You didn’t hear them?”
    Oh, shit. She needed to focus and remember her physical strength and hearing. They were far better than the witches’, and she was still getting used to the changes.
    “No, I didn’t. I’ll just go for a walk and then find them later.” Charly walked to the back of the house. From there she spied a beautiful field. Kyle and Emma must’ve removed most of the brush. Only short dead grass remained with patches of dirt, but the land was hauntingly serene.  
    She sensed Trenton’s eyes on her but didn’t turn. At this particular moment, using blood magic would be convenient, but she’d been afraid of what her tainted werewolf blood might do. Would it fail or not even work at all? She closed her eyes and bit into her thumb until she tasted copper. Once she withdrew her thumb, she used the finger to draw a glyph on her palm. Only a single symbol was needed. Most spells required one glyph in blood. The whole affair was an exchange of sorts, a bit of life from her in return for power.
    She’d been far too tired without a decent meal to do anything better. At first, nothing happened, so she traced the pictograph again. Finally, the darkness behind her eyelids turned to light. Using her inner sight, she peered behind her. Now that she’d proven witch blood still flowed through her veins, she could at least watch him getting into his car. The car door slammed, but she could still see him tilt his head through the window and glance her way. As he started the car, he half-smiled, and she couldn’t resist a smirk. Was he thinking about her? What made him smile? The elder blood witches in her coven, those who could draw great spells from the blood, had the faint inklings of mind reading, but at this moment, it seemed too frivolous for something as simple as gauging interest.
    Charly kicked a small rock a few feet away. Right now wasn’t the time to think about men or werewolves who were men. Even if they looked delectable in jeans.
    After Trenton left, Charly’s stroll around the property was brief. There wasn’t much to see. Just like her home in Las Vegas. The view didn’t have the Spring Mountains to the west, but there was still a quiet beauty here. Maybe it was the fact she didn’t have to answer to the coven or their crazy rules. No one questioned her about her