Dire Desires: A Novel of the Eternal Wolf Clan Read Online Free

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    Jez was a deadhead—aka vampire from an old order—and, if Jinx understood it correctly, Jez had been brought back from wherever vampires waited to die in order to help the Dires through their current messes. That meant he was far stronger than most vamps—the same way Dires were stronger than Weres. Jez could go out in sunlight, enjoy food. According to Jez, there were more like him, but he’d been sent specifically to help Jinx through these current battles.
    There was always a goddamned battle. Always would be. But for now, he could kill two birds with one stone: grab the evil being and put him back in purgatory and save a wolf named Gillian.
    He wasn’t surprised a Were had been placed in a psych hospital. It had happened countless times before. He was just lucky that Marley picked up on it before she’d been run out by the monster.
    Now they got out of the car, and Jez disappeared around the back of the building while Jinx went in the legal way. He showed his fake ID—it read JOSH TODD —and from there gained easy entrance. Stray had already gotten into the hospital’s system and given Gillian a brother named John, and put John down on the list of visitors. Jinx figured that there would be so many people there that day wandering the grounds that breaking her out should be relatively easy.
    This place was worse than the morgue and he steeled himself as he walked through, ignoring the ghosts that harangued him for attention. They flew at him like incoming missiles with deadly aim as an orderly named Ken came to guide him to Gillian’s room.
    Jinx kept his eyes akimbo and his fists tightened at his sides. He felt hinky here—the result of the monster, not the ghosts. Whatever it actually was, he was pretty sure it was gone now, but it was bad. Really fucking bad, since his skin crawled as if it were contaminated.
    “She doesn’t like to come out during the day,” Ken told him.
    Makes sense, Jinx mused as he nodded and the guy continued, “At least she’s back.”
    “She never says where she’s been?”
    “Won’t tell us, and if she tells the shrink, he can’t say.” Ken paused outside the locked door. “She took her pills this morning. But it’s been a while since you’ve seen her, right?”
    “I’m in the military, so I haven’t been able to get home much.”
    “I’m not sure if you know . . . but she can get violent. I’ll stay with you.”
    “That’s not necessary,” Jinx told him. “I’ll be fine. But I would like to try to get her out for a walk.”
    Ken looked at Jinx like he belonged in the padded room as well. “She can’t.”
    “Why?”
    “She’s considered too dangerous.”
    Jinx stopped arguing and instead looked into the small window.
    Gillian had her back to the door. She was curled like a wolf on the bed, the T-shirt she wore riding up on her thighs.
    “We give her clothes but she barely wears them. The nurse got her into that when she was half asleep.”
    The door clicked behind her and Gillian jumped up and stared at him. Jinx remained in place, more out of shock than because it was the best way to handle this wild wolf.
    She was no Were—he’d known that the second he’d stepped inside. Gillian Black was a Dire, and she was weeks away from her first shift. His Brother Wolf could smell a Sister Wolf, and his wolf surged in a nearly uncontrollable frenzy. That hadn’t happened to Jinx since he was newly transitioned himself.
    It didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous. Wild, long-limbed, brown hair tumbling over her shoulders. Golden skin and her eyes glowed nearly aqua, like the shimmering ocean that reminded him of the old country.
    “Down, Brother,” he murmured to himself and she cocked her head and stared at him.
    He had no doubt his eyes had begun to change to the wolf’s. “Gillian, I’m here to help you.”
    “They all say that.” Her voice was raspy from underuse.
    “I mean it.”
    Sister Wolf is confused,
Brother told him.
    “Who are