Divided by blood. Destined by fate.
Emory is a shifter living on the edge. For years he's struggled with his Alpha nature, nothing has ever been simple or easy. Then he meets the one woman capable of soothing the savage beast—a female who incites a carnal hunger that leaves him eager and burning. Mary is a mate he never imagined he would have. Sweet, kind and impossibly beautiful, she is everything he and his wolven half have been craving. Unfortunately, she’s also something else, something dangerous—a Shepherd, bred of the line of hunters determined to destroy his kind.
After he finds Mary and brings her to New York, he discovers earning her trust is the least of his concerns. Her relatives have followed and they want Mary back. If Emory won’t hand her over, they’ll do everything in their power to take her from the pack. As danger closes in, the passionate connection between them flares into a lascivious bond that refuses to be broken. If Emory wants to keep his mate, he'll have to protect her—at any cost.
The stench of fire and death merged, the unappealing combination
of scents burning like powdered red pepper in Emory Veznor’s nose. Despite the
smells, the wolf inside of him basked in the glory of the kill, reveling in the
coppery taste of blood on his tongue. He lifted his head from the throat of his
prey—noting the blank stare of the dead man who gazed at the midnight blue
sky—before he studied the carnage around him.
His pack mates were tormenting two Shepherds, snapping at
them with sharp teeth while issuing throaty growls. They rotated around the men
in a slow, deliberate circle. The only human in the pack—Caden Stone—was to the
far left of the group. He was busy reshaping the face of the Shepherd he’d
tackled to the ground, punching him repeatedly in the nose. When the pack had
attacked there had been six Shepherds ready to intercept them. That number was
now down to three. Emory was tempted to join the brawl, to snap and snarl at
the murderers he’d come to destroy, but that wasn’t what he traveled hundreds
of miles for.
Finally his journey was coming to an end.
He started the shift into his human form, aware his mate
would only fear him if he came to her in his wolven state. Hell, she was
already terrified of what he was. She’d been given a glimpse of what lingered
beneath his skin once and it had sent her running. At the time he couldn’t go
to her to attempt to explain. He’d been too busy dodging buckshot from her
bloodthirsty relatives and trying to escape their attention alive. They’d
issued a challenge as he’d fled, threatening his mate and destroying any hope
he’d had of making Mary understand who and what he was. Because of that he’d
been forced to return to his pack in New York. Only running didn’t help.
Instead it brought danger to his door and destruction and loss to those he
loved. So many lives had ended in an explosion the pack had never seen coming,
bringing Emory to this moment.
Don’t think about that now. Focus on who you came for.
He finished the change and swiped the back of his hand
across his lips. The skin came away bloodied, the thick red smear vivid against
his tanned knuckles. Not good. He’d have to clean his face at the very least
before he sought out his mate. Going to Mary in this condition would only make
things worse. She was too young and innocent to fully comprehend what he wanted
from her. Time wasn’t on his side but he was determined to do everything in his
power to ease her into the transition, to help her accept their future
“She’s not in the building, Emory.”
Emory looked up and met his brother’s gaze.
Trey had transformed into his human form as well but his
bright golden eyes revealed he was in the grip of a fighter’s bloodlust. It
wasn’t a shock. As the pack had traveled to the location where Mary lived—deep
in Shepherd territory in Northern Colorado—Trey’s control had been on the
decline. The former Alpha mourned the deaths of his New York pack mates in the
only way he understood—by tracking down those responsible and making them pay.
His temper was thread thin and his desire to kill was off the charts. If it weren’t
for the presence of Gerald Night—the werewolf Alpha from the area—Trey probably
would have disintegrated into madness. Trey was forced to play the part of a
respectable Alpha to save face, even if everyone close to him knew that he’d
lost the control necessary to properly guide the pack that had traveled with
him to exact a revenge of their own.
Rising smoothly to his feet, Emory stared at the house in
the distance. The front door was smashed in and he could see the shadows of
wolves as they moved inside. Loud crashing noises drifted to his ears, a
chilling melody of shattering glass and breaking wood. The noises indicated the
wolves were demolishing everything in their path, as though they had picked up
a scent and were searching for the source.
That meant someone was inside.