Blood Oath (#3, Mystic Wolves) Read Online Free

frame back on the shelf, I began randomly
pulling out books. That was another thing Jasmine and I had in
common—our love of reading romance, and the sexy heroes we found in
each story. I can’t count how many times we would text, or show up
at each other’s rooms, gushing over what Mr. McSwoony was doing,
and sighing together. We were complete junkies, and would stay up
all night talking about what it would be like to be transported
into one of the books. We had weaknesses for highlanders, and no
matter how hard we tried, we could never get Mason to speak in a
Scottish brogue.
    I laughed out loud, remembering how we used
to badger him.
    “ Please, Mason … just say it. Just once,
and we’ll go away.”
    “ No, Jasmine. Now leave me alone.”
    “ Not even for me?” Running my finger down
his chest, I bat my eyelashes at him. If anyone could get him to
cave, it was me. I was his weakness after all.
    “ Not you too! Enough, I’m not going to
speak like your silly romance books.” Mason backed up, a frown on
his face as he struggled to look serious. “How will people respect
me as Alpha if they know I gave into your demands?”
    “ Awww, come on, Brother. It’s not like
we’re asking you to wear a kilt and swing around a sword. Just a
few words—for us. Pleeeeassee.” Jasmine wasn’t beyond
begging.
    “ Hmmm, a kilt. I think that’s even better.
Forget the words. Wear a plaid for us. Show us that fine body of
yours!” I began to move toward him, a wicked grin covering my
face.
    He fled after that, spending the rest of the
afternoon hiding in his office. Jasmine and I returned to her room
and laughed for hours, devising plans on how we could convince
him.
    Leaving the bookshelf, I noticed I wasn’t
alone in the room. April was curled up on the chair, head resting
on her hands as she slept against the seat arm. New to the pack by
a year, she was also the youngest and looked up to Jasmine a lot.
It made sense if anyone would be keeping vigil, it would be
her.
    Shaking her shoulder gently, I whispered for
her to wake up. Recognition was slow as she opened her sleepy eyes
and they instantly filled with tears.
    “Hi, Darcy. I’m sorry I fell asleep. I didn’t
mean to.” She stretched her small frame and yawned.
    “How long have you been here?”
    “Since Mason and everyone brought her in. A
few of the pack sisters helped get her situated, cleaned up and
changed her clothes before they all left.” She looked at the floor,
speaking softly. “I didn’t think she’d want to be left alone so I
stayed.”
    The thoughtfulness of April struck me hard,
and I offered her a grateful smile. Even though we didn’t always
pull her into our circle, she loved Jasmine enough to know her
well.
    “You’re right. Jasmine wouldn’t have liked
that. Thank you for being here.” I reached out, and April moved
into my open arms. As we stood there embracing, she let out a flood
gate of cries, the depth of her grief filling the small room.
Stroking her back gently, I vowed to keep a closer eye on her,
making sure she knew I was always there.
    “Did you come to sit with her?” The question
was quickly followed by a hiccup. Using the back of her hand, April
made a quick job at mopping up her tears. My heart broke for
her—broke for all of us.
    “I did, so why don’t you head back to your
bedroom for a while, and try to get some sleep. Your bed would be
more comfortable than the chair.” Gently leading her to the door,
she seemed a little hesitant to leave. “The Alpha has shared the
farewell ritual will be tonight at sunset. I’ll make sure someone
comes to get you, okay?”
    Turning around with a serious expression on
her face, April added softly, “If you have to leave and no-one is
around, come get me.”
    Promising her I would, I went back inside
with Jasmine, alone for the first time since this nightmare began.
I fidgeted with my clothing, my fingers desperate to be moving. I
took a step towards the bed, and