Brenda Steele Werewolf on Somana Two (pdf)

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that would lower her mental defenses. Kelly stared at the wall, waiting for the end.
While she lay there with a tear sliding down over her nose and onto the cushion beneath her
head, Tame leaned in close. I m sorry, Kelly. I never meant for this to happen, but . . .
But you d do anything for him, right? she finished.
Tame whimpered. Yeah. Anything.
She didn t respond to his continued apologies. Instead, she tried to adjust her position without
success and accepted her fate. At the first pinch of the needle and the burn spreading beneath her
skin, the beast began to stir deep inside her.
Don t fight it, she begged the werewolf inside. Just let it happen. It s for the best.
The change was coming over her. Where her fists were curled, claws began to grow from her
fingertips. She fought for control. Her father didn t know she had been bitten. From the moment
she had stepped into her shop to meet up with him, he had bound her magic. She could still sense
emotions, but she couldn t cast a spell. Not for a second had she considered the werewolf blood.
Kelly opened her eyes and looked to where her father was conversing with Morris and Tame.
The three of them had their backs to her. Without thinking, she ripped the bonds from their
attachments to the bed, and she rose. When her feet hit the floor, she followed them down to her
knees as the earlier weakening spell was still in effect. But something told Kelly the beast was
fighting hard to overcome every binding magical and chemical.
This was what her father had been talking about. All his attempts to control the werewolves had
been useless. This was why he wanted to combine her powers with his, because the werewolves were
untamable.
Her father swung around, and his eyes seemed to bulge from his head. What the hell? It can t
be! You ve been bitten? You re a werewolf?
Kelly s teeth sharpened to razor points. Her bones cracked and reformed, and hair sprang out all
over her, but she wasn t becoming a wolf. She knew this was the were-form, one she hadn t seen as
yet.
You killed my mate, she growled in a gravelly tone. I m going to kill you.
Kelly sprang at him, and Morris and Tame dove out of the way. She landed on her father s chest
and sent them both flying backward into a table. The old furniture split beneath their weight, and
her father howled at the obvious pain in his back. She pounded a hand on his chest, and he
screeched, pleading for mercy. He muttered spells that had no effect on Kelly whatsoever.
Kelly, I beg you. You re my daughter.
I don t know you, she answered, hatred scorching her insides. You wanted to drain me of my
powers? Suffer likewise. She had no idea she could do it, not knowing how or what Gabriel had
done to slide into another s mind, but the moment she began to invade her father s thoughts, she
forged ahead without hesitation.
Gabriel could only slide into the mind of a werewolf, and it took a considerable amount of
energy from him to do it, but Kelly felt no such limitations. She forced locks and fear into her
father s head. She gave him suggestions that he was weak, a nobody who had never and could never
wield magic. Her power seemed limitless, and she scarcely heard his screams of anguish as she
tormented his mind.
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The shouts around her took a while to register, and still she didn t draw back until someone
touched her. She thought it was another enemy and fully intended to rip him to pieces when she
turned around. Her claws sliced through soft flesh, reducing the man s shirt to ribbons. A solid chest
moved between her and the enemy, and Kelly was hoisted off her feet and dragged away.
It s okay now, baby. I m here. Calm down.
She looked up in disbelief. Gabriel?
His expression was grim. Yes, it s me. Calm yourself. Change back.
Kelly let herself return to her human form and laughed happily that he was okay. She hugged
him to her and kissed his lips. While he did kiss her back, he drew away from her too fast and set
her on her feet. She frowned. What s wrong? I know you re not feeling sorry for that bastard.
Gabriel shook his head and moved to the side. Kelly gasped. Ace, Willie s cousin, was perched
on a chair clutching his chest. Blood stained what was left of his shirt and covered his hand. It s
okay, Kelly. You didn t mean it.
Oh no, I m so sorry. She rushed over to him and tried to pull his hand from the wounds so [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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