station made for the best option. Dragons never did a fly by without a fight ensuing. Shit was about to get real and his office-issued 9mm had no chance against the flying lizard’s scales.
Caden lunged for the door handle.
Energy crawled along his skin, the force of the shift luring him to answer the call of the moon.
Not yet, dammit! Not yet.
Everything slowed.
They say when a man faces death time slows to a full stop. That the three sisters of fate steal a few seconds of a person’s life, taking that moment to measure out their worth on earth versus their need for souls in Hades.
He hoped like hell the caverns of the underworld were at full capacity.
Scenes of blood on his lips, his arms wrapped around Harmony, her neck within reach of his wolf’s teeth flashed across his mind as if he was on the outside looking in.
Time fast-forwarded with a blast of red light that sent him to his knees, all air knocked from his lungs. What the fucking hell was that?
Ears ringing, he threw himself at the door. Wood cracked, gave beneath his weight.
Warm air rushed him while the frigid winter chased him from behind. “Harmony.” Thick smoke clogged the whole room and his hearing couldn’t pick up a heartbeat.
“Harmony, sweetheart, answer me!” Only silence greeted him and his blood pressure soared. Fear rose like an ugly beast. “Harmony McKenna, I’ll toss everything is this place to find you! Answer me, woman. Let me know you’re okay.” A couple of shelves along the back wall had tipped over, the contents smashed and littered the floor between him and blocked the way to the back.
He pulled on the power of the moon and gave his senses full rein. Open to everything around him, he had little defense against the invisible wave that crashed into him.
Unsteady, he fell to one knee. Flashes of heat and cool tumbled up his spine on a continuous assault. Tingles rushed along his skin, over his arms and legs, then morphed into a heavy throb that wrapped around every fiber of his body. He snapped his head up, eyes narrowed to the source of all the thick, mushroomed fog billowing up behind the counter.
Harmony.
With each beat of his heart, the ice filled his veins. His wolf snarled and clawed to get out. Air, he needed air. His wolf pulled him deeper into the building.
Find Harmony.
A voice in the back of his head played the message on a loop.
Midnight black closed in on him and he stumbled forward.
Find Harmony.
He gave a violent shake desperate to pull himself from the tar that clung to him.
Cool hands clasped his face. “Oh, why did ya have to show up now, Sheriff?”
Good question. A dark-haired dreamy vixen weaved in and out of focus, the deep emerald pools of her eyes the only thing anchoring him in place. “Had to save you,” he bit out between gulps of red air.
“You picked a fine time to play hero, buster.”
CHAPTER FOUR
A knot formed in her throat from the sound of the sexy deep rumble, and Harmony barely managed to work a gulp of air in to fight against the white dots blurring her vision.
In. Out. In. Out.
A groggy half groan, half growl made her bite at her lower lip with the way it stroked along her libido with an easy grace.
This close, she could smell the same spicy, intoxicating scent that had hit her so hard from the vision. Only multiply it by ten.
Damn crazy wolf. He’d scared the holy Hades out of her bursting through the door as if it was made of nothing more than wet paper towels. One more thing she’d have to clean up.
“I’m here, I’m here,” she assured him. Her spells never backfired. Goddesses divine, help her if she caused any harm to him. She’d never forgive herself.
Silence settled over the room as thick as the smoke. “Roarke? You okay?” She waved a hand through the air in front of his face, but it didn’t help. Every wisp she managed to fan away rushed right back at them twofold. The stuff was hell bent on suffocating her. Like a fog straight out of sci-fi