Faster!
The wolf pounded through the trees, obviously trying to lose him.
She’d have no luck where he was concerned. His eyes were locked onto her and the scent of wild flowers filled his nostrils as she left her scent behind.
He was at her tail when she jumped high. Elijah followed her, catching her back paw with his teeth.
The wolf yelped as she landed and fell to the muddy ground. She rolled across the mud and leaves.
When Elijah landed, the wolf had shifted into her human form and was clutching her foot with both hands, hunched forward. Elijah pounced on her, shifting mid-flight so he could pin her hands to the floor.
What? Elijah’s mouth hung open as he stared at the woman underneath him.
Big blue eyes which shone brightly compared to her pale, almost white skin. With her high cheekbones, small nose and full lips, she was gorgeous to his eyes. Her long brown hair fanned out across the ground.
Elijah was suddenly aware that they were both naked as he let his gaze travel down her body. Tall with full round breasts pressed against his chest, her long legs wrapped around his ankles.
Lying naked with him leaning over her, the woman looked like more of a warrior naked than when she was clothed. She looked like a warrior princess.
The woman blinked, breathing heavily underneath him.
Elijah lowered himself onto his elbows, saw her part her lips as he came into contact with her heated flesh. He watched her pale skin flush and wondered what she would look like when she was aroused, when she let pleasure take control of her as he drove himself into her.
A growl rumbled in his chest at the thought. He lowered his head to her neck and inhaled. Her scent washed through his senses, making his fangs extend, wanting to taste her. He tilted her head back, giving him easy access to her throat when he stopped.
Her skin was marred with puncture scars and a long jagged scar that ran from the left side to the right.
Elijah leant up and saw the fear in her wide eyes, smelled it around him as she breathed heavily.
Gently smoothing her hair back, Elijah turned her face to his. “They don’t call you the Silent Killer for nothing. You can’t speak, can you?”
She shook her head quickly.
Elijah bowed his head, clenching his hands into fists in anger. “If I let you shift, will you run?”
No answer.
“If you run, I will catch you.” Elijah made sure his message was heard clearly before he moved off her.
She sat up, covering her naked body and clutching at her ankle. She did nothing but stare at him.
Elijah breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of her blood as he changed into a wolf. If he stayed as a human, the vampire in him would take control. He didn’t want to frighten her any more than he had.
He nudged her hands before licking her wound.
She jumped and clenched his fur hard as she pressed her lips together, keeping her eyes shut and fighting off her obvious pain.
When Elijah moved away, he was hungry and more aroused than ever.
She shifted and shook her body before bending her head to lick her wound. She was gorgeous, her hair fur and shiny. Her ears pulled back on her head, her body crouched low.
Elijah stayed where he was, resisting the urge to comfort her and convince her that he meant no harm. What’s your name?
Her bright blue eyes stared at him. Keta.
Who are you?
Keta turned away.
Elijah nudged her. Who gave you those scars?
Does it matter?
Why wouldn’t it?
What’s done is done. I can’t change that.
Elijah tilted his head to the side. But you are.
Keta met his gaze.
You’re killing those who did this to you. Vampires. Let me guess. You were sold into slavery and blamed the vampires.
What? Keta shook her head.
So explain to me what happened to make you hunt vampires like you do.
Keta was silent for a long while.
Elijah waited for her to speak.
Fine. You’re right. The vampires did this to me, but I was with the wolves first before I went to the vampires. When I got to them,