Wild: Devils Point Wolves #1 (Mating Season Collection) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Mating Season Collection, Eliza Gayle
comprehend reality. She knew reality just fine and it wasn't some fairytale gone nuts. Wolves don't turn into humans.
"I think Rebel should get off this island immediately and go home with me. "
"No." Both men said in unison. "You wouldn't last five minutes if you tried to leave Devils Point alone." Damien took a few steps closer. "I'm sorry it had to be like this, but we'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if that means we have to save you from yourself."
Fear sliced through her at the chill of his words and the demanding tone of his voice. Now she understood why he made her feel so unsettled. It wasn't just an air of strong masculinity like she'd thought. It was danger.
She wrapped her arms around her waist and tried to think. Her sister was passed out on the bed and somehow she needed to get them both past two large and determined men that stood between her and the door. In hindsight she now wished she'd taken that self defense class her freshman year. Campus security had strongly urged new students take the course and she'd scoffed at them. Her idea of safety was a locked door behind the walls of a secure apartment complex and that had served her well for four long years.
Suddenly the ache in her wrist began to burn. Not a little "ouch that stings", but an honest to God, "holy fuck that hurts." She grabbed the bandage and pressed down on it, while stumbling backward as her body swayed to the side. Why did her skin feel like it was on fire?
"What's wrong?" Damien rushed forward and caught her around the waist before she crashed to the floor.
"Skin–skin's on fire," she gasped.
Damien swept her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He turned the cold faucet on, ripped her bandage off and shoved her arm under the running water. At first she cried out and tried to pull free, but he held her steady and after several long seconds some of the burning receded.
"It's already infected isn't it?" Faith wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked down at her wrist. The wound was bright red, but she couldn't tell anything else.
"Your body is trying to expel the wolf's enzymes. The animal DNA strand is very strong and often overpowers a human."
"Am I going to get sick?" She was still ignoring the fact they expected her to believe she’d been bitten by some kind of human/animal shifter. But an animal bite of any kind carried risks.
"Probably. This kind of bite isn't as well documented as one during mating. It has to be watched."
"I don't want to–" Pain cramped her stomach and she tried to turn away as the meager contents of her stomach came hurling out in a horrific projectile way. Tears sprang to her eyes and sweat popped out all over her body as her body heaved, trying to get rid of everything inside her. Or at least that's how it felt.
"Shit."
Damien moved behind her and she wanted to disappear. He grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet, wet it under the faucet and to her horror began washing her. She wanted to object, fight this somehow. Anything to end her humiliation and she couldn't. She was too weak.
He propped her against his chest and careful not to touch her wound, he cleaned her face, chest and arms. "I'm taking you home."
She tried to object but the sound came out as barely a whimper.
"Don't waste your energy. I know. You won't leave your sister. She's coming too. Dante will bring her.”
Faith nodded. What else could she do? This brilliant trip had officially kicked her ass.
And for some strange reason (despite his crazy) she strangely trusted Damien to keep her safe. Maybe because he'd been her sister's boss for months and other than the fact he peddled flesh for a living, he didn't seem so bad.
Or maybe it was that Rebel trusted them. She didn't just work on this island. She lived here and refused to leave no matter how much Faith tried to convince her stubborn sister that this was no life for her. There had to be something to that. Had to be. Or she’d failed their
"I think Rebel should get off this island immediately and go home with me. "
"No." Both men said in unison. "You wouldn't last five minutes if you tried to leave Devils Point alone." Damien took a few steps closer. "I'm sorry it had to be like this, but we'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if that means we have to save you from yourself."
Fear sliced through her at the chill of his words and the demanding tone of his voice. Now she understood why he made her feel so unsettled. It wasn't just an air of strong masculinity like she'd thought. It was danger.
She wrapped her arms around her waist and tried to think. Her sister was passed out on the bed and somehow she needed to get them both past two large and determined men that stood between her and the door. In hindsight she now wished she'd taken that self defense class her freshman year. Campus security had strongly urged new students take the course and she'd scoffed at them. Her idea of safety was a locked door behind the walls of a secure apartment complex and that had served her well for four long years.
Suddenly the ache in her wrist began to burn. Not a little "ouch that stings", but an honest to God, "holy fuck that hurts." She grabbed the bandage and pressed down on it, while stumbling backward as her body swayed to the side. Why did her skin feel like it was on fire?
"What's wrong?" Damien rushed forward and caught her around the waist before she crashed to the floor.
"Skin–skin's on fire," she gasped.
Damien swept her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He turned the cold faucet on, ripped her bandage off and shoved her arm under the running water. At first she cried out and tried to pull free, but he held her steady and after several long seconds some of the burning receded.
"It's already infected isn't it?" Faith wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked down at her wrist. The wound was bright red, but she couldn't tell anything else.
"Your body is trying to expel the wolf's enzymes. The animal DNA strand is very strong and often overpowers a human."
"Am I going to get sick?" She was still ignoring the fact they expected her to believe she’d been bitten by some kind of human/animal shifter. But an animal bite of any kind carried risks.
"Probably. This kind of bite isn't as well documented as one during mating. It has to be watched."
"I don't want to–" Pain cramped her stomach and she tried to turn away as the meager contents of her stomach came hurling out in a horrific projectile way. Tears sprang to her eyes and sweat popped out all over her body as her body heaved, trying to get rid of everything inside her. Or at least that's how it felt.
"Shit."
Damien moved behind her and she wanted to disappear. He grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet, wet it under the faucet and to her horror began washing her. She wanted to object, fight this somehow. Anything to end her humiliation and she couldn't. She was too weak.
He propped her against his chest and careful not to touch her wound, he cleaned her face, chest and arms. "I'm taking you home."
She tried to object but the sound came out as barely a whimper.
"Don't waste your energy. I know. You won't leave your sister. She's coming too. Dante will bring her.”
Faith nodded. What else could she do? This brilliant trip had officially kicked her ass.
And for some strange reason (despite his crazy) she strangely trusted Damien to keep her safe. Maybe because he'd been her sister's boss for months and other than the fact he peddled flesh for a living, he didn't seem so bad.
Or maybe it was that Rebel trusted them. She didn't just work on this island. She lived here and refused to leave no matter how much Faith tried to convince her stubborn sister that this was no life for her. There had to be something to that. Had to be. Or she’d failed their
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