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Scarlet Hyacinth
MENAGE AMOUR
MANLOVE
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Letter to Readers
Dear Readers,
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DEDICATION
Thank you for buying the first book in my Feral series. I just have
a brief important note to make. This story directly follows the thread
of plot from the ending of the Spirit Wolves series. To fully enjoy
Feral you must have read Spirit Wolves first.
On that note, thank you to all those wonderful readers who asked
for Feral. Enjoy!
BEWITCHED BY THEIR
MATE
Feral 1
SCARLET HYACINTH
Copyright 2012
Prologue
Mason stood in front of his leaders throne, watching all the
young spirit wolves around him. They were all so anxious, as
impatient as him, and for good reason. Today was the day when
theyd finally embrace their inner wolves.
Hed always felt his beast close to his heart and ached for the
moment when hed finally be granted his heritage. Now, that wish
would finally come true. Mason couldnt wait.
It seemed to take forever until it was finally his turn. Magistrate
Wolfram Rozenstadt stood in front of him and smiled. It was a kind,
warm smile, intended to reassure him. For whatever reason, it failed,
arousing an odd apprehension inside Mason.
Ready? the Magistrate asked.
Mason nodded and forced himself to smile back. As ready as Ill
ever be.
He didnt know if the Magistrate had expected a reply or not, but
nevertheless, the elder spirit wolf made no additional comment.
Instead, he pressed his hand to Masons forehead like hed done with
all the young wolves before Mason.
Mason closed his eyes and forced himself to relax. He felt the
foreign power intrude inside his mind. His parents had pretty much
told him how it worked. The Magistrate would ease Masons way
through his first meeting with the wolf in the astral plane by means of
his psychic abilities. Mason had been reassured that his leader would
not read his mind, and in that respect, he accepted the process. Then
why did he suddenly want to shy away? Why did this seem so wrong?
Mason tried to accept the Magistrates help, but the wolf rejected
the invasion. It howled, angry and wild, and all of a sudden, Mason
found himself invaded by a strength hed never known before. His
beast burst into his mind, wildly snarling at his opponent. He sensed
Wolfram retreat and opened his eyes only to see the other man stare
down at him in shock.
Mason got up, the heat inside his mind so intense it made him
shaky. He didnt understand anything anymore. He gathered
something had gone wrong, but what?
My lord? he asked Wolfram.
The words tasted bitter on his tongue, the wolf sneering at the
show of subservience. Mason attempted to leash it in, but he didnt
know how. My lord? he asked again. Whats the matter?
Wolfram didnt give a reply. Instead, he frowned, and an odd,
white glow began to emanate from his body. In a flash, Mason found
that he could no longer move or speak anymore.
The wolf howled at being imprisoned, protesting as the
Magistrates power held him in an unbreakable hold. The unbearable
heat increased more and more, and the beast inside Mason clawed to
escape.
In that moment, Mason understood. Somehow, his connection
with his wolf had been too strong to contain. Hed gone feral. He
didnt grasp how and why. He was only eighteen, for crying out loud.
He hadnt even had time to find his mate, the mate he yearned for
with such intensity, let alone be parted from him or her. He had
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The guards were very close now, and Masons body went into
survival mode. Without lingering on useless feelings, he started
running faster than he had in his entire life. His path seemed to be
blocked several times, as the Magistrates Dentheir leaders home
and the place where all ceremonies took placeheld hundreds of
guards, in addition to the spirit wolves whod come here for this
special day alone.
Mason prayed like he never had in his life. His wolf reached out
to their creator, the Spirit Mother, begging for her to understand. At
first, it seemed that he would not receive an answer, but unlike the
Magistrate, she did eventually reply. A burst of energy not his own
filled him, and before he knew it, Mason was out of the Den and into
the neighboring forest, with the guards a long way behind him. He
continued running until he felt reassured that they could not longer
reach him. Finally, he stopped by a brook and drank some cool liquid,
thankful when it soothed his parched throat.
A ghostly voice sounded in his ears, whispering, I know it hurts
now. Mason looked up, half expecting to see his mother there.
Instead, a huge white wolf shone in front of the brook. Masons eyes
hurt at the brightness, but he lowered himself on all fours for the
Spirit Mother and bared his throat. One day it will all make sense,
she said.
Mason didnt know what to say to that. He didnt think his fate
would ever make sense, and the Spirit Mothers quizzical comment
merely made him even more confused. An odd knowledge hit him,
the realization that he was special, an Alpha feral. He would be
hunted now. But of course, he could hunt in turn. He didnt have to
obey the rules.
Choose your path wisely, my child, the Spirit Mother added, as
if shed guessed his thoughts. And then, she began to disappear until
there was no sign shed ever been there.
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Chapter One
A few hundred years later, present day
The wolf carefully trudged forward through the shrubbery, his
senses alert to every motion that might let him know something was
not right. It was not safe for those like him to approach human towns
too much. It represented the perfect way of getting oneself killed.
He was a feral, a rogue whod lost control of his beast. As such,
he and all the others like him carried a deadly virus, one they often
transmitted to the humans they bit. To avoid this, their former friends
and allies, the spirit wolves, dispatched hunters to get rid of the threat.
But there were millions of ferals all over the world, more than the
spirit wolves even imagined. In time, a great number of them had
learned to disguise their presence, to hide within their beasts until
they seemed just wolves, at the same time lingering in forests rather
than in settlements.
Up ahead, the wolf smelled the distinctive scent of another beast
in his proximity. He growled, knowing the second animal mustve felt
him, too. Even if hed done his best to disguise his approach, his kind
knew these things. An answering growl sounded, but it didnt hold
any particular hostilityat least, not more than normal.
There was only one person who could find Devon even after all
these years. His kind didnt socialize, not like other shifters did. When
they lost control of the animal, they also lost all desire to befriend
others. Most everyone was seen as a threat. But those whod known
him once remained important, like his former friend, Roarke.
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Devon wanted to tear the other wolfs throat out, but his memories
from his life as a spirit wolf kept him from doing so. He and Roarke
had been friends. In spite of everything, Devon still respected those
times. What could Roarke want now?
Shifting into his human form, Devon got out of the bushes and
into a grove. Roarke waited for him, sitting on a tree stump. Hi,
Devon, he said. Whats up?
Devon shrugged. Same old, same old. He frowned at Roarke.
What are you doing here? What could you possibly want with me?
Roarke got up off the tree stump and sighed. I just came to give
you a heads-up. I hear the spirit wolves are planning a peace treaty
with the ferals. Im not sure what the Magistrate is trying to pull, but I
just thought youd like to know.
Devons eyebrows shot up in surprise. He gave Roarke a look of
disbelief. Peace treaty? Hah! Are you trying to pull my leg? Its not
funny.
The leader of the spirit wolves, Wolfram Rozenstadt, would never
consider peace with the ferals. For crying out loud, hed been hunting
them through his dispatched soldiers for ages, even before Devon had
become one. Even with all the time that had passed since then, Devon
didnt think Wolframs determination to protect the spirit wolves
race would have dwindled.
Im serious, Devon, Roarke answered. I ran into a hunter the
other day. He tried to capture me, and when he failed, he told me
about it. They also have some sort of drug that helps contain the feral
madness.
Devon admitted the thought of his former friend confronting a
hunter all alone made him uncomfortable, but he pushed the
troublesome emotions away. Those times were long behind him, and
while Devon didnt want the man dead, he couldnt stand the sight of
Roarke, either. He did, however, need to find out the truth behind
Roarkes words. Naturally, he didnt trust the Magistrates good
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Roarke took a deep breath, and Devon could tell his former friend
was close to losing control. Fine. Have it your way. But dont ever
say I didnt try.
Devon shrugged while the other feral turned into his wolf form
and took off. A few moments later, Devon changed shapes as well.
Hed found it paid off to stay in shifted form more than in his human
one. As long as he focused his primal instincts on the normal pursuit
of prey, they didnt accumulate in a tight ball of violence. But the
balance was very tricky, since if he pushed his limits, he might forget
he even possessed the consciousness of a rational being.
Meeting Roarke had aroused old fury inside him, so Devon
launched himself into a hunt. He ran through the vegetation, sniffing
the air in search of an adequate meal. Finally, he detected the scent of
a nearby rabbit. It wouldnt be much in terms of a challenge, but
dinner was dinner, and the beast would be satisfied with what it got.
Devon made his way to the oblivious creature until he got so close
its scent made his mouth water. But the rabbit must have sensed
something, as it jumped away, just out of Devons reach. Snarling
angrily, Devon started the chase. It didnt take long. The rabbit was
small and fast, but no match for Devons powerful paws. In no time,
Devon pounced on it, killing the animal in one quick motion.
As he feasted on his prey, his anger became a side thought, the
beast temporarily sated with the kill. After finishing his dinner, Devon
could finally recall Roarkes words without wanting to hunt the man
down and tear into his jugular. So the Magistrate had a serum he used
on ferals. Well, Devon could not trust Roarke not to deceive him. He
did, however, have an idea as to whom he could ask. As much as he
hated leaving the safety of the wild behind, this couldnt be avoided.
After he found out what Wolfram Rozenstadt had in mind, hed come
back and become just another wolf once again.
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hed take the last step into the feral insanity and turn into his own
worst nightmare.
Still, he could find out something important from Hewitt. He
offered Quinn a small smile. Thanks. How much do I owe you?
Quinn waved a hand dismissively. Its on the house. Just dont
stay away so long next time.
Devon couldnt promise that, and neither could he allow Quinn to
just do him favors. In the end, the Tanners were human, and getting
too close could only result in pain for all of them.
For that reason, Devon retrieved his wallet and wrote Quinn a
check with a generous sum. He might live in the wild, but he still
owned a small fortune, and he used it wisely. Go on. Take it, he
urged Quinn.
Quinn looked pained, but eventually agreed and pocketed the slip
of paper. Sighing, he said, Fine. Justbe careful, okay? Youre not
the only one whos suspicious of the Magistrate. I havent told others
about Hewitt, but its only a matter of time.
The human had a point. In the end, the information Quinn
provided came from ferals, shape-shifters, and paranormal creatures,
and those sources could easily share their intel with others. Devon
needed to hurry if he wanted to get to Hewitt first.
Ill try, he replied to Quinn. You take care, too, you hear?
Quinn nodded, and on that note, they said their good-byes. Devon
left the diner with renewed sense of purpose. He had a feeling Hewitt
Moore would be very important from now on.
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Chapter Two
Hewitt scanned the expanse of his club thoughtfully. As of late,
hed been restless. He sensed something coming, a shift in the
spiritual realm. It confused and unsettled him. His vision seemed
clouded, and his scrying didnt help at all.
As a witch with powers over the aether, Hewitt channeled the
energies of the sun and moon. There were few things in this world
and beyond that escaped him. And yet, this time, he couldnt grasp the
source of his anxiety.
Reason told him what his magic could not, though. Just a little
while back, hed lent a hand to his friend, Dietrich, to find a certain
errant spirit wolf. Generally, he preferred to stay out of such issues,
but witches survived only because they supported each other in
everything. Otherwise, theyd never have lived through the culling of
the past. Hewitt did not regret helping Dietrich, but he suspected it
might have drawn unwanted attention from enemies of the spirit
wolves.
He considered letting Dietrich know, but he didnt actually have
anything to go on, just an instinctual feeling. For all he knew, he
might just be jumping at shadows.
Regardless, Hewitt had strengthened the wards around The
Witching Hour, and he kept an even closer eye on the comings and
goings. So far, other than the regular incidents caused by the
occasional intoxicated customer, nothing of concern had happened.
Hewitt closed his eyes and took a deep breath, just enjoying the
distant thrum of the music as it coursed through him. From his office
above the club, the rhythm of the songs barely reached him, but what
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he did hear provided a perfect distraction for when he felt like this,
and it gave him incentive when he needed to work.
Focusing on the sound, Hewitt searched for the magic inside him.
He delved deep inside himself, looking for an answer within his own
person. Meditation always relaxed him, and if nothing else, it would
help him clear his mind.
A shock of power drew him out of his trance. Something or
someone had disturbed his wards. Hewitt opened his eyes and looked
out into the club once again. His office boasted bulletproof windows
with a mirror effect. He could watch the customers without being
seen, and this gave him an advantage when an enemy dared to
interfere on his turf.
The person whod triggered the magic alarm was nowhere in
sight. Hewitt frowned, uncertainty coursing through him. Could he
have made a mistake? No, it was impossible. True enough, the wards
might have been activated by accident or something like that, but
Hewitt could feel power advancing toward him. Someone had indeed
entered the club. But who?
Hewitt shrugged to himself. Hed hired plenty of guards to keep
watch over his customers at all times. Should this intruder attack, they
would detect him and control him until Hewitt could get there. He
might have gone ahead and joined them, but his magic told him his
uninvited guest would come to him.
For this reason, Hewitt sat at the desk and opened a folder with
the clubs financial situation. The numbers were nothing but a blur,
his senses focused on the approaching presence.
A weird heaviness settled on his heart, a feeling Hewitt did not
understand and never experienced before. He took a deep breath and
tried to push it away, but registered little success. He wiped his
suddenly sweaty palms against the material of his slacks. Get a grip,
Hewitt. Whats wrong with you? You can deal with this.
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The odd sensation only increased. And then, Hewitt heard the
sound of voices outside his office. His guards were arguing with
someone.
Its all right, he called out. Let him in.
The door opened, and one of his subordinates led a tall man in.
Hewitt struggled to control his breathing and not show his
apprehension. He didnt even look at the intruder, but offered his
guard a smile. The guard seemed concerned, studying the new arrival
in obvious apprehension. Sir?
Hewitt waved the other man away. Its fine. Go.
The soldier hesitated, obviously disagreeing with Hewitts
assessment. In the end, he left the office, regardless, and Hewitt
allowed himself to get a better look of his guest.
He wouldnt have thought his anxiety could increase further, but it
did. His mouth went dry as he took in every detail of the mysterious
visitor. Dark blue eyes studied him with an intensity that pierced
Hewitt, scrutinizing his soul. The man wore simple clothing, just
jeans and a T-shirt, but they did nothing to disguise the hard body
beneath. Hed tied his blond hair in a ponytail, but the naughty bangs
refused to be tamed, insisting on shadowing the hard, stern features of
his face. Hewitt wanted to thread his fingers through the strangers
locks, push them out of his face to get a better look. Every fiber of his
being urged him to submit to whatever this man wanted to do.
But he didnt. Instead, Hewitt forced himself to sound completely
normal and aloof when he said, Im waiting.
He didnt have to ask questions or elaborate. The stranger had
come here for a reason, and it wasnt to fuck Hewitt until neither of
them could walk.
My name is Devon Saunders. You are Hewitt Moore.
It wasnt a question, but Hewitt nodded anyway. What do you
want with me? he asked. Simply the sound of Devons voice made
his heart beat faster, but Hewitt focused on practicalities. Gently, he
sent magic probes to study his guest. A spirit wolf, he decided. No,
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well. If he even tried to touch Hewitt, hed just end up turning the
other man feral. After all, witches were human, too. They might have
magic, but, in the end, they remained vulnerable to the feral insanity.
But Devon had come here for a reason. Hed ask his questions and
leave before anything worse happened. His matefuck, his mate
wouldnt even remember him after a month or so. Such a bond meant
nothing more than chemistry to humans, and a man like Hewitt
probably had dozens of men and women begging for his touch.
The thought made him furious, and the beast within him howled
in fury. He shook himself and gritted his teeth to force his mind away
from the unreasonable abyss.
I hear the spirit wolves want a peace treaty, he said. His voice
sounded far too angry for his comfort, but he couldnt do anything
about it. What is the Magistrate up to?
Hewitt arched a brow at him. Why would you think I know
anything about that? I am aware of the idea, yes, but beyond that, Im
afraid I cant help. Im not exactly a member of the Magistrates inner
circle.
Youre a friend of his mates, Devon shot back.
The witch simply shrugged. That doesnt mean anything. Some
things are kept private, even from the closest of friends.
Devon supposed the witch had a point. After all, Hewitts
involvement in the world of the spirit wolves didnt seem to be all that
significant. Still, Devon couldnt exactly ask Wolfram about his
plans. He needed an intermediary.
Can you find out? he inquired.
Hewitt looked surprised. Why would I want to do that? Id much
rather stay out of it, thank you. I think the issue is complicated enough
without a bunch of witches getting involved, too.
The argument didnt convince Devon. Witches had already
become involved when Wolfram mated one. Besides, if Quinns
information was correct, Hewitt already helped the spirit wolves with
something. Doubtlessly, he kept in contact with his friend.
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inquiring looks, but Hewitt just shook his head. Apparently, he could
handle himself just fine.
They reached the ground floor, and the beat of the music
immediately assaulted Devons hearing. He suppressed a groan,
unused to such loud melodies after so much time spent away from
civilization.
Hewitt seemed to sense his discomfort. You okay? he asked.
Devon just nodded, and Hewitt didnt prod further. Still, Devon
suspected that once they investigated the new arrival, theyd have a
talkand not only about the peace treaty and the Magistrates plans.
Thankfully, Hewitt led him away from the dance floor and
through a secondary exit reserved for staff. They walked through a
winding corridor, and at one point, Hewitt veered right and found a
door. Devon followed his mate into an alley behind the club.
Once outside, he spotted the spying feral. The man must have
sensed the power of the witch just like Devon and seemed reluctant to
come inside.
Is there anything I can help you with? Hewitt called out.
Wild, insane eyes turned toward them. Youre the witch, the
feral said. Of course, it wasnt hard to guess since Hewitt didnt
bother to hide his power. Devon supposed that at this point, it would
be useless. Hewitts location had been revealed, and even if the witch
might have been more discreet in the past, prudency wouldnt help
him now.
I am, Hewitt replied. Please leave. I have no business or
quarrel with you. I advise you to go now, or suffer the consequences.
The feral ignored Hewitts warning. I think not. He looked
toward Devon and bared his teeth in an animalistic grimace. Youve
been marked, witch, and you will die.
Devon couldnt suppress a growl at the other mans words. Ferals
were, by nature, vindictive, and Hewitts involvement with the spirit
wolves naturally drew their anger upon him. But Devon would not
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allow any harm to come to the witch. Even if they couldnt complete
their bond, in his heart, Devon still acknowledged their connection.
Hewitt shook his head at the feral. I suppose I cant let you go
anyway, he said. Youll just harm others, and I cant allow that.
The feral lunged forward, changing forms midleap. He moved so
fast Devon almost didnt see him coming. On instinct, he turned into
his wolf, too, prepared to attack. But he did not get the chance to
protect his mate. Magic slammed against the feral, propelling him
back. The insane wolf hit the wall so hard the bricks actually shattered
and collapsed on top of him. Still, the feral crawled out from under
the debris and prepared himself for a second attack. This time, Hewitt
stopped him before he could even move. Devon heard his mate utter a
stream of wordsprobably a spell. A pentagram appeared under the
feral, flashing brightly. The wolf immediately froze, as if numbed by
an unseen force.
There we go, Hewitt said, sounding pleased with himself. He
rummaged through his pockets and retrieved a cell phone. Now, Im
calling the Magistrate to come pick up this guy.
The words were, in a sense, a warning. The Magistrate would
clearly send hunters here, so Devon needed to leave before that
happened. But Devon didnt fear Wolfram. Hed known the man for
too long and had escaped Wolframs hunters for decades. Still, Devon
didnt want his mate to contact Wolfram, not yet. He wanted to spend
some time alone with Hewitt. He didnt trust Wolfram, but Hewitt
was a whole different matter.
Devon turned back to his human form and smirked to himself
when Hewitt looked away. He wasnt shy or uncomfortable with his
nudity, but humans didnt share the same opinions. So, if nothing else,
Hewitt was attracted to him.
But first, we need to get you some clothes, Hewitt grumbled.
Can you carry him?
It meant a lot to Devon that his mate seemed willing to trust him,
at least to a certain extent. He nodded. Sure.
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Hewitt uttered another incantation, and the wolf went limp. Devon
made his way to the ferals side, feeling a bit apprehensive as the
lingering traces of magic tickled at his senses. He ignored it and
picked up the now-unconscious intruder.
Now what? he asked his mate.
Follow me.
Without another word, Hewitt entered the club. Devon found
himself forced to follow, although he remained puzzled as to how
exactly Hewitt would deal with explaining a strange man in the buff
carrying a wolf in the middle of a busy nightclub.
Strikingly, no one paid them any heed. Even after they left the
corridor, the guards and staff they passed just smiled at their boss and
dropped the occasional comment, seeming relieved, but not surprised.
Devon realized Hewitt must be using some sort of cloaking spell to
disguise their presence.
Before he knew it, they reached the office, but didnt stop there.
Instead, Hewitt revealed a second set of stairs Devon hadnt originally
seen. They climbed to a superior floor and to what Devon guessed to
be Hewitts quarters. The suite was decorated in warm, calming
colors, antique furniture complimenting a modern dcor. Upon
Hewitts instructions, Devon placed the unconscious feral on a couch.
His mate disappeared through a doorway and returned a few moments
later with a shirt and a pair of pants.
Put these on, he said.
Devon ignored the offered clothing. Adrenaline coursed through
his veins, aroused by the sight of his mate fighting, his mate in
danger. His fangs dropped, and he took a few steps closers to Hewitt,
invading the other mans personal space.
Hewitt blinked and stepped back. What are you doing?
Devon grinned at his mate. This.
Without further warning, he pounced on his witch, pressing his
lips to Hewitts. Hewitt gasped, and it allowed Devon to slip his
tongue inside, to take possession of his mates mouth. He crowded
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Hewitt against the wall, his hands already working at the witchs
clothing.
Hewitts protests were weak at best. After a brief struggle, Hewitt
wrapped his arms around Devons neck and pulled him close, giving
as good as he got.
Devon knew his mate could easily push him off by using magic,
but it seemed Hewitt had no intentions of doing so. Reveling in this
knowledge, he tore Hewitts shirt off, his claws skimming over the
other mans skin. He was careful not to push too hard or hurt his
mate, but the beast inside him already wanted to claim Hewitt. What
little patience he had was reaching its end.
Breaking the kiss, he growled in the witchs ear. Wrap your legs
around my waist.
Hewitt obeyed, his limber body rubbing against Devons as he
shifted in Devons arms. As soon as he had a good grip on Hewitt, he
got rid of Hewitts pants and underwear as well. Holding Hewitt
upright with just his body and one arm, he spit on his fingers and
reached down to Hewitts puckered hole, roughly inserting two digits
into his mates anus.
Hewitt winced. Lube, he whispered. In the bedroom. Too big.
But Devon could not be bothered to lube himself up. He didnt
care about anything else except fucking Hewitt, getting inside the
mans ass. Its fine, he snarled. Itll fit.
He pushed his fingers in and out of his mates passage, hissing at
the tightness around them. It would feel so good. He just knew it. He
wanted so badly, and he couldnt wait anymore.
With blood roaring in his ears, Devon removed his fingers out of
Hewitts body and positioned his cock at Hewitts hole. But just as he
readied himself to slide home, a powerful, invisible force threw him
off Hewitt. Devon landed on his feet, growling at being denied.
Hewitt was his mate, his. No one could refuse him the right he had to
claim the witch.
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Chapter Three
Mason growled at the feral female in front of him. What do you
mean he left and didnt come back? Where did he go?
The woman cowered in front of his show of strength. He
saidHe said he wanted to take revenge on the spirit wolves. He
meant to attack that witch who helped them.
Mason took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He
tried to find a measure of peace in the sound of nature, the feel of the
wind on his face. As always, he failed.
It was a feat of excellence that he even managed to cope with the
presence of the other feral. As a rule, those of his kin disliked each
other. Mason would have preferred hunting for a nice meal rather than
chatting with the bitch, but hed taken up a responsibility, and he
couldnt exactly refuse.
Mason was an Alpha feral, one of the few of his kind who could
cloak his and his inner circles presences from spirit wolves, including
the Magistrate. He had been born with this potential for greatness, and
this strength had been too intense to control during his young years.
Unfortunately, this meant Mason needed to care for his people, a
fact which, given their unsociable nature, was very problematic,
indeed. Hed have preferred to be like the normal ferals, the lone
wolves who cared about no one and nothing but themselves. But
noHe needed to listen to the complaints of a feral female who
inexplicably still cared for her young.
Mason had no idea what urged her to become feral in the first
place and couldnt care less. The woman had requested an audience,
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Something from inside that building drew him like a moth to the
flame. It was with great dismay that he finally acknowledged the
source of it. Mate, the wolf within howled. Mate.
Hed always thought ferals couldnt have mates. It had been one
of the things that hurt him most. Hed never even had the chance to
find his mate, since hed turned feral upon reaching his coming of
age. Mason still remembered that night, the only night hed met his
leader, and hed almost been killed by those he considered his kin. To
think that all this time hed been wrong, that ferals did indeed have
mates waiting out there, shocked him beyond belief.
His body moved without him even telling it to. He didnt care
about anything else except seeing, feeling the person meant for him.
What would his mate be like? Would he or she be a feral like him, or
a shape-shifter? Or perhaps even a human? Anything was possible.
Mason hoped his mate wouldnt be a human, but he felt certain hed
figure things out somehow. After all, hed done well for himself even
as a feral, and his mate could do the same.
Predictably, there were bouncers at the entrance into the club, and
he even felt magic sizzle over his skin. A ward, he realized. The witch
seemed to be resourceful, but no shield, be it physical or otherwise,
could keep Mason from his mate.
Hey, you, one of the bouncers told him. Just where do you
think youre going?
Mason didnt even bother to answer. He just punched the guy in
the face, and the strength of the blow made the man slump to the
ground unconscious. The second bouncer cursed and retrieved a gun,
but didnt get the chance to use it. In a few well-placed kicks, he took
out his opponent, without even breaking a sweat. Another time, he
might have enjoyed grinding their faces in, just for standing in his
way, but now, he was too keen on getting inside.
Just as he thought this, the door to the club opened, and a
handsome human appeared in the doorway. He looked irritated.
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What do I have to do for you people to get the message? Youre not
welcome here.
Mason froze. His muscles and his vocal chords simply refused to
work in the face of his mate. The man was everything Mason had
yearned for once upon a time, and still wanted now. Sure, he seemed
a bit upset at the moment, but surely, if Mason mentioned the
bouncers hostility toward him, his mate would understand.
However, things didnt happen the way he predicted. The human
said something Mason didnt understand, and he found himself
propelled ten feet away by an unseen force. He shook himself and got
up, finally grasping his predicament. It seemed fate had a way of
toying with him. Hewitt Moore was his mate.
Well, hello to you, too, little witch, he said, grinning. My
apologies for the slightrudeness. It seems you just cant find good
help these days, and I may have lost my temper.
A vein twitched in Hewitts temple. Right. Well, I didnt ask for
your approval. Please leave, or Ill find myself forced to do something
truly unpleasant.
I very much doubt I could dislike anything you did, Mason
answered. It was so strange. Hed come here to kick Hewitts ass, and
now he was flirting. What in the world was wrong with him? He
should be swooping in and taking what belonging to him, exchanging
pleasure not words. True, the banter did feel kind of nice, but that was
beside the point.
But there was something else not immediately apparent bothering
him. Even with Hewitt right there in front of him, the beast felt
restless. The intensity of the pull seemed to be amplified by a factor
other than Hewitt.
Just as Mason wondered what this could be about, he felt it, the
presence of another feral. It was a testament to Masons distraction
that hed only noticed now. He or she was closing in fast, approaching
Hewitt. Mason frowned, the wolfs hackles rising. Mine, it roared.
Stay away.
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Not giving the other feral a chance to keep fighting, Mason moved
faster than lightning and pinned his opponent down, fangs at his
jugular. He snarled, sending a clear message. Yield.
A few tense seconds later, his opponent shifted into his twolegged form. All right, he said between gritted teeth. You win. Do
whatever you want to me. Just dont hurt my mate.
For whatever reason, Mason had not expected the man to say that,
but even so, it didnt surprise him. His wolf had known about this
before Mason himself found out. He shifted as well, but didnt get up,
grinning as the current position made their naked bodies come into
contact. Oh, I plan to hurt Hewitt, he murmured. Ill hurt him real
goodand Ill do the same to you.
His cock throbbed between his legs, and he rubbed against the
other feral. Yes, it was strange. Yes, he shouldnt be in the situation in
the first place. But who gave a fuck? Certainly not Mason. He was too
lost in his instincts to care. Hed claim his mate and get rid of anyone
who stood in his way.
You should at least ask my name before you suggest fucking
me, the other feral commented sarcastically. His eyes, however, were
glazed with lust and suppressed aggression. Oh, yeah, Mason would
very much enjoy taming the bastard. He would enjoy it a lot, indeed.
He reached for his mates prick, smirking when he found it hard
and leaking. I might not know your name, but I know something
more important. He moved his hand up and down the mans shaft.
What need did they have of social conventions like names when they
had this?
The only other thing they needed was Hewitts acceptance. But
just as Mason thought this, Hewitts angry words echoed in his ears.
What in the world are you doing? Get off him.
Mason felt Hewitts power accumulate a second before it threw
him off the other man. Like before, he landed on his feet, and he
glanced at his witch mate. Hewitt looked furious, and it occurred to
Mason that he and the other feral were brawling naked in front of a
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Mason stepped into Hewitts personal space, Devon was torn between
being aroused as hell and wanting to pull them apart.
He couldnt be happier when the door to the club closed again, but
this time, after allowing him inside the building. Thankfully, the
staffor what little of it remained to man the club during the day
had made themselves scarce. It was a good thing, too, because Devon
didnt think he could face anyone else without snapping.
There was no sign of the bouncers Mason had taken out. Devon
frowned. Even if he disliked the arrogant fuckers, they were only
humans and could be seriously hurt in the fight against a feral.
Where are your men?
Theyre fine. Theyre recovering, and I told them to get some
rest in the staff room. Hewitt scowled. Now you want to tell me
what that was all about?
Devon resisted the urge to fidget. He knew it was a bad idea to
stay with Hewitt. This could be his chance to leave, to allow his mate
a normal existenceinsofar as a witch could live normally, at least.
But hed been running away for so long, from hunters, from Roarke,
from civilization itself. He needed to face this head-on, if only
because Hewitt had given him the benefit of the doubt. Otherwise,
hed regret it forever.
You wanted an explanation? Well, here it is. Youre my mate,
but so is he. He nodded toward Mason, who just stood there, looking
smug and completely comfortable in his nudity. Not that Devon
blamed him. The bastard was fucking gorgeous, and he knew it, all
hard muscle, not one inch of fat on that godlike body. Devon wanted
to lick him, suck the thick cock protruding from between the mans
thighs, bury his face in Masons brown hair and just inhale. It was
fucking strange, and he hated it.
Shaking himself, Devon did his best to focus less on the sexual
awareness and more on the seriousness of the situation. It wasnt easy
with both his mates there, and the lingering arousal from his little roll
around with Devon. But ferals werent exactly known for their
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Hewitt had seen a lot in his life and gotten used to the oddities of
living a life among paranormal creatures. Even if his people generally
kept out of trouble, hed still come into contact with all sorts of
beings. But none of what hed seen had prepared him for this day, for
the day he met his mates.
By his side, Devon yipped happily, taking hold of Hewitts pants
and pulling at them playfully. Mason watched them with undisguised
amusement and occasionally joined in. At one point, he jumped on
Devon, and they rolled on the grass together in a sort of mockery of
the battle before.
It was surreal, and Hewitt had no idea what he was doing. Hed
brought them to Epping Forest, on the basis that here, they would at
least be in the middle of nature. If anyone asked what wolves were
doing here, Hewitt could claim they were his pets. Of course, given
their size and their aggressive behavior, hed also have to use some
magic to make it plausible.
Hey, careful now, he shouted. Dont hurt each other.
He didnt actually believe they would, at least not now. They
seemed to be completely focused on a sort of courtship ritual Hewitt
only knew about because he watched the Discovery Channel. Hewitt
had never felt stranger. Still, as the minutes passed, he found himself
relaxing. He sat under a tree, feeling safe in the presence of his mates.
His matesCould he get used to this? What would it be like if he
belonged to them? Could they truly make it work?
Their warm bodies cuddled closer to him, and Hewitt absently
petted the silky fur. It was definitely not like having a pet, he decided.
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Devon and Mason could killhad killed, most likely. But who could
judge them? Hewitt had been involved in some pretty questionable
things throughout his life. As a young witch, hed been forced to do
so if he wanted to survive in a world full of suspicion. Now, hed
managed to become free of all that, but ferals still bore the same
stigma.
Hewitt felt ashamed of himself. Hed only ever seen Dietrichs
point of view, believing ferals were all insane and evil. In a sense,
hed always known the world could not be judged with black-andwhite standards, but now, all the limits and concepts hed thought true
and valid seemed to be falling apart.
Certainly, the man whod tried to attack him seemed out of his
mind. However, that feral would be in spirit wolf custody by now. It
was the second reason why Hewitt wanted to get Devon and Mason
out of the main city. They simply were not safe in London. And didnt
it speak volumes that they already meant so much to him that he was
willing to hide them no matter what it meant for him?
He was snapped out of his musings when the furry animal bodies
next to him changed into menvery naked men.
What are you thinking about so hard, my mate? Mason asked.
His breath was hot in Hewitts ear, and Hewitt unwillingly trembled.
Just like that, he went from feeling safe, but concerned, to aroused as
hell.
He tried to find an answer, but when Mason and Devon
sandwiched him between their hard bodies, his mind short-circuited.
Uh, he said intelligently.
Mason chuckled and licked his neck. Dont worry about a thing.
Well take care of you.
Devon pressed his strikingly soft lips to Hewitts cheek in a
whisper of a kiss. His hands worked at Hewitts clothing, threatening
to tear them apart. It reminded Hewitt of where they were, and of the
fact that he needed those clothes to go back to London.
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wanted. The two ferals didnt seem to have that problem. They toyed
with him as if in a perfectly orchestrated play.
Devons mouth advanced from Hewitts lips down toward his
Adams apple, then lower and lower. His tongue trailed lines of fire
on Hewitts skin, and he licked Hewitt as if he were a delectable
morsel just waiting to be feasted upon. When his mate zeroed in on
his nipples, Hewitt couldnt help a cry. He wrapped his arms around
Devon, wordlessly begging for more.
But after a few more licks, Devon abandoned the sensitive nubs.
Hewitt tried to make his mate retrace his steps, but Masons hands
tightened on his hips. Shh, my mate, Mason murmured. Let him
take care of you.
The tone of Masons voice was like melted chocolate, dark and
sweet, and Hewitt found himself falling under its spell. He relaxed in
Masons arms while Devon continued his exploration. Masons hard
hands caressed his sides, and his wicked hands went to Hewitts
nipples, much to his enjoyment. He was so lost in the pleasure that he
completely missed Devons plans until the other mans mouth
engulfed his cock.
Hewitt howled, the pleasure more intense than hed ever expected.
Hed gotten a taste of what it could be like between him and Devon
back at the club, but that memory was shadowed by Devons loss of
control. Now, however, all that seemed so distant, like an upsetting
cloud looming over someone else that Hewitt could acknowledge
without really caring.
Shh, Mason repeated. You said it yourself. You wouldnt want
anyone to hear, now would you?
Hewitt bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. Hed have very much
liked to be in private with his mates now, but since that couldnt be
achieved, he did indeed need to be quiet. It was easier said than done,
especially with the delicious suction around his prick. Devon did
something mind-numbingly amazing with his mouth, and Hewitt
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couldnt help another cry, Oh, God. Please. Please. Please. Fuck
me.
The next few seconds reminded Hewitt who he truly was with.
His demand seemed to make something snap in both Devon and
Mason. Devon removed his mouth off Hewitts cock, and Hewitt
found himself being flipped on his back. Masons hard fist moved up
and down Hewitts dick, jacking him almost roughly. Masons green
eyes pinned Hewitt to the ground, promising wicked delights and
freezing every muscle in his body.
An orgasm tingled at the base of Hewitts spine. He felt it
approach more and more with every harsh pull of Masons hand. He
would have reached for Mason, but Devon held him down immobile,
leaving Hewitt at Masons mercy. Sure, if hed truly wanted to,
Hewitt could have easily pushed them away through magic, but of
course, that was the last thing on his mind right now.
Mason gestured for him to spread his legs wider, and Hewitt
gladly obeyed. As Masons wicked fingers massaged his testes,
Hewitt could not take it anymore. Crying out his lovers names, he
came all over Masons fist.
It was not, by far, the kinkiest thing hed done in his long life, but
it offered a pleasure beyond the pure carnal one, one that was
heightened by the knowledge that his mates werent done with him.
His orgasm swept over him with striking intensity, so much so that for
a minute, he lost track of his actual location. Perhaps it was for that
reason that he missed what Mason intended until he felt its results.
Slick fingers rubbed his taint, making new sensations course through
him. They didnt linger too long, however, progressing toward
Hewitts hole.
Im sorry, my mate, Mason said. I just dont think I can take it
much longer.
Two digits thrust inside Hewitts passage. They were wet with his
own cum, Hewitt realized, and for some reason, that made his body
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In answer, Hewitt just moaned again and wiggled his ass, and he
couldnt help a feeling of wicked satisfaction when both his lovers
groaned. But all his thoughts melted when, without warning, Mason
thrust into his ass.
Damn, it hurt, but it hurt so good, so very good Hewitt could not
get enough. Masons prick stretched him to capacity, the burn so
intense it scorched Hewitt inside out. From the very first thrust,
Mason hit his prostate, making pleasure explode at the bottom of his
spine.
Even as Mason fucked his ass, Devon fucked his mouth. They
moved in and out of him, using him, driving him crazy with pleasure.
Masons somehow-clawed hands squeezed Hewitts hips, while
Devon pulled his hair, making Hewitts scalp ache and tingle.
Hewitt lost himself in the ecstasy, in the beauty of the moment.
He could not even focus on working on Devons dick anymore, but
thankfully, his mates took over. He gladly surrendered all control,
allowing them to do as they willed. Over and over, they fucked him,
moving in and out of his body in perfect synchrony. It was raw, and
wild, and so hot it threatened to melt Hewitts brain cells. His senses
were invaded by the scent of sex, man, and nature, moist grass and
sweat mingling together in an intoxicating perfume.
Hed have thought his first orgasm would help prolong the
experience, but all too soon, he felt a second one approach. Hewitt
buried his fingers in the humid earth under him, trying to find an
anchor in a world that was quickly fading, rotating just around his two
men.
Unsurprisingly, he failed. As much as he attempted to hang on,
when Mason roared and thrust hard inside him, Hewitt could no
longer withstand the onslaught of pleasure. He came, his ass
clenching around Masons spurting cock as his mate filled him with
his seed. Their joint climax triggered Devons, and the other feral sent
hot cum down Hewitts throat.
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wolves hanging around. On the way back from the forest, Hewitt had
manifested his restlessness regarding the possibility of Mason and
Devon being sensed. Thankfully, Masons abilities allowed him to
cloak both his and Devons presences.
Hewitt seemed to trust him and left him and Devon in his quarters
above the club. Now alone with Devon, Mason knew it was time to
have a nice chat with his feral mate. He plopped down on Hewitts
couch and waited as Devon did the same.
Hed seen the marks on Hewitts hips, both those made by him
and previous ones, which he could only guess came from Devon.
While they had aroused him at the time, he could now say with clarity
that the situation concerned him. At this rate, they would hurt Hewitt
badly.
He didnt blame Devon for what happened before Masons
arrival. There were no explanations needed, not in this. The two of
them were simply two ferals who wanted their mate, but could not
have him.
We need to do something about this, he began without
preamble. The need to claim Hewitt was so intense it hurt, but his
resolve and conviction were faltering. He simply could not be certain
Hewitt would be fine as a feral. In fact, if he wanted to be honest with
himself, he knew all too well ferals originating from spirit wolves
were different from those whod once been humans. If either he or
Devon bit Hewitt, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that the
witch would lose his mind. But their aggression was already harming
Hewitt, so they couldnt perpetuate this situation forever, either.
Devon nodded. We cant risk claiming him, but if we dont, itll
just be worse. He hesitated slightly before speaking again. But the
spirit wolves seem to have found a way.
Mason couldnt believe that he was actually considering the
suggestion. Once the very thought of appealing to Wolfram
Rozenstadts help would have made him furious. I know, he
answered. Its one of the reasons why Hewitt is in the limelight in
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the first place. Theyre blabbing about it to all the wrong people. He
sighed in frustration. But, Devon, I dont really think Wolfram will
help us. Im not exactly on his list of favorite people.
Join the club, Devon muttered. But if he is trying to make a
peace treaty, perhaps we have a chance.
Mason remembered the day hed last seen the Magistrate and
gritted his teeth. Perhaps. I just dont trust them.
For all their supposed morals, theyd had no trouble stabbing an
eighteen-year-old in the back when he hadnt even known which way
was up.
They betrayed you, too, didnt they? Devon asked. Mason
looked at his mate, surprised at the mans perception. He supposed he
shouldnt be, not really. After all, Devon was his mate as well, and as
a feral he must have gone through a similar experience.
Still, he this was not the time for heartfelt confessions. They
needed to come up with a plan if they hoped to make their
relationship work. Leaving Hewitt was out of the question. Did the
spirit wolves have a cure, or were they all talk?
They did betray me, he answered Devon, but I suppose well
never know if we dont ask. And Hewitt is their friend, so things
might have changed.
As Mason considered how to proceed, he found himself relaxing.
Remembering the day of his exile had put him on the edge, but
Devons presence and quiet understanding made him feel better.
Before he knew it, he and Devon cuddled close together on the couch.
It was so very strange, since the beast inside Mason had always
rejected others such as him. Now, his wolf acknowledged the fact that
his mates had accepted his domination and had quieted down. In fact,
with each moment that passed, even the beast seemed to understand
how right they were for each other.
In the end, their wild natures couldnt be changed. They reached
for each other at the same time, and their mouths came into contact in
a clash of flesh and teeth. Mason bit Devons lip so hard it bled, and
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the metallic taste that exploded on his tongue combined with the
flavor that was simply Devon.
Their tongues entangled, dueling in a dance of passion that
became a quick game. Mason growled, wordlessly demanding
surrender, and Devon granted it. Mason explored the warm recesses
of his mates mouth, reveling in Devons taste, all man, all feral. With
both of them acknowledging each others need, they didnt require
gentleness or caution. They got rid of their clothing in a few hard rips,
tossing the scraps of material on the floor. In almost insane lust,
Mason rubbed against his mate. He reached between their bodies,
bringing their hard pricks together. The pre-cum leaking from the
glans of his cock and Devons smoothed the way, but it was still
rough, almost to the extent of pain. Devon grunted as he thrust against
Mason, his claws sinking into Masons shoulders.
The ecstasy combined with the pain, and Mason felt his climax
approach, just within his reach. His fangs lowered, aching to sink into
Devons flesh. And after all, why not? He had the right to claim his
man. Devon belonged to him, just like Hewitt did.
But as the thought passed through his mind, Mason sensed
Hewitts presence approach, and he faltered. Now more than ever, he
yearned to claim both his mates, but somehow, it didnt feel right. The
beast inside him snarled, telling him to just take what was his,
overwhelming the part of Mason that clung to reason. Mason moved
against Devon harder and harder, the instinct to copulate and to mate
mingling together. And then, the door to the room open, and Hewitt
stepped inside. Mason met his eyes over Devons shoulder, and in
Hewitts black gaze, he saw the same lust and yearning he himself
passed through.
Hewitt made no move to join them. He just closed the door behind
himself and leaned against it, watching in silence. Even so, Mason
could feel his witchs arousal echoing inside him. He was not
surprised when he saw Hewitt undo his pants and release his beautiful
prick from its confines.
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Simply the sight of it was enough to push Mason over the edge.
With another thrust against Devons sweat-slick body, he came,
barely managing to suppress the urge to sink his fangs into Devons
shoulder. If he did that, he would be unable to keep himself from
completing their bond, from claiming Hewitt, too.
Wet heat splashed against his stomach as Devon found his peak as
well. Mason held the other feral through the shudders of the
afterglow, all the while watching Hewitt jacking himself off slowly.
He beckoned Hewitt closer with the crook of a finger. Dont you
want me to help you with that?
Hewitt grinned. I like that idea.
He made his way to the couch while Devon and Mason pushed
away from each other. Hewitt knelt at their feet, licking every drop of
cum from their stomachs and their spent cocks. Unsurprisingly,
Masons body responded, his cock hardening again.
Mason pulled his mate into his lap, groaning at the feel of
Hewitts tight ass against his prick. The temptation to take Hewitt
again felt strong, and so did the need to claim him. He gripped
Hewitts hips, and instantly noticed his mate tensing up. His heart fell
as he realized his mate was in pain, and his arousal began to fade.
Mason took a deep breath. He knew he needed to approach the
possibility of a discussion with the spirit wolves. Gently, he pushed
his mate away. Sorry. Maybe later.
Hewitt frowned. All right. Whats the matter?
Devon and I have been talking, Mason answered. Perhaps we
should reach out to the spirit wolves after all.
You meant to call Dietrich, Devon added. Perhaps it wouldnt
be such a bad idea.
Hewitt arched a brow. What brought this on? I thought you
didnt want to talk to them. When they didnt answer, realization
seemed to dawn. I see. You dont know how to approach
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For a few moments, they all remained quiet, until Hewitt finally
broke the thick silence. I trust Dietrich. He wont betray me. But I
cant guarantee the spirit wolves would do the same. Should we try
anyway?
I dont believe we have much choice, Devon said.
Hewitt nodded. In the end, its only a matter of time until the
spirit wolves here report in to Wolfram.
Hewitt got up and retrieved his cell phone. Mason waited while
Hewitt dialed his friends number. The phone rang a couple of times,
and after a few moments, a male voice replied. Hi, Hewitt. Whats
up?
Hey, Dietrich. I hope Im not interrupting anything.
Dietrich chuckled. Not at all. His voice turned more serious,
even concerned. Is everything okay?
Ive been receiving some surprising visitors these days, Hewitt
replied. They seemed to be very interested in my connection with
you.
At the other side of the line, Dietrich cursed. Are you all right? I
just knew something like this would happen.
Its fine, Hewitt answered. I can take care of myself. Ive
already talked with your people here in London. We just needed your
input on an issue.
We? Dietrich repeated inquiringly. You and who else?
Hewitt didnt get the chance to reply, as Wolframs voice replaced
Dietrichs at the other side of the connection. Hello, Hewitt. Whats
going on? Were you attacked by ferals?
Again, dont worry about me. I just needed some information.
What are you hiding, Hewitt? Wolfram growled.
Mason hated the tone the Magistrate used with his mate. Furious,
he snatched the phone from Hewitt. He took a deep breath and
focused to keep control of the beast that was very close to bursting out
of him. The recent events set him on the edge, and Wolframs voice
brought back vivid memories he hated and feared at the same time.
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themselves, and theyd end up hurting the witch. If they left, one of
their numerous enemies might do something worse.
As if guessing his thoughts, Hewitt offered Mason and Devon a
small smile. Dont worry about me. The wards around The Witching
Hour are very strong. I can protect myself.
Of that, Mason had no doubt. Hewitt had held his own against
both him and Devon, not to mention the other feral whod come here
purely to cause trouble. Still, possessiveness came naturally to spirit
wolves and was even more intense in ferals. His urge to stay by
Hewitts side was only matched by the one he sensed coming from
Devon.
Sadly, they had no other choice but to go with their previous
thought. Leashing the beast inside him as best he could, Mason
brushed a brief kiss against Hewitts lips. Devon did the same, his
entire being irradiating need and frustration.
The witch wasnt immune to their emotions, even if their bond
hadnt been completed. He looked visibly pained when he spoke
again. Well see each other soon.
The words seemed to be meant both as a promise but also as a
self-encouragement, as if Hewitt was trying to convince himself their
departure would truly be something temporary. It pained Mason
deeply to know he and Devon were the reason of Hewitts uncertainty
and yes, his sorrow. But for the moment, they had no other options.
Theyd just have to find a compromise.
We will, Devon confirmed. Once the spirit wolves get here,
well meet and find a permanent solution.
How will you even know when theyll come? Hewitt inquired, a
tinge of confusion and apprehension in his eyes.
Well know, Mason replied simply.
Even if they hadnt completed their bond, Hewitt was still Mason
and Devons mate. The witchs feelings still reached out to them both.
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that. The best thing he could do right now was to keep a reasonable
distance from Hewitt and watch him from afar.
Mason shared a look with Devon and saw the same knowledge in
the other ferals eyes. He forced himself to turn away from Hewitt,
and without allowing himself to hesitate further, he rushed out of the
office and into the main club. From there, he burst out into the street
with Devon following right behind him. Every step he took away
from Hewitt was harder than the previous one, but Mason forced
himself to keep going. He would rather die than allow his feral nature
to hurt Hewitt.
So what now? Devon asked him once they were a safe distance
away from the club. Im guessing we need to find a place to stay
somewhere around here.
Mason nodded, his mind already working even as his beast
strained to break free. Come on, he told Devon. I think I know a
place where we can crash.
Devon wordlessly followed, and Mason couldnt help but be
thankful that he had the other feral by his side. Hed never in his life
thought that he would ever feel something like this, not for another of
his own kind, but there was no denying that Devon and he fit together.
All three of them did, in a way Mason would have never dreamed
would be possible for a feral.
His mate smiled at him, obviously guessing what Mason was
thinking. Lead the way, he told Mason. Im right behind you.
There were so many things Mason wanted to say, but hed never
been one for effusive romantic declarations. Instead, he gestured his
mate in the direction of the small, discreet hotel he knew in the area.
In spite of the time hed been away, it hadnt gone bankrupt. Mason
had caught a glimpse of it while hed been on his way to the club.
As they walked in silence, questions riddled Masons mind. What
would the spirit wolves bring with them? Mason still didnt trust
Wolfram, and having to put his fate in the Magistrates hands irked
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Chapter Five
Hewitt struggled to make sense of the numbers on the paper, but it
was pointless. The most recent financial report of The Witching Hour
seemed to mock him, the stats and figures blurring in his vision. He
felt restless, the absence of his two lovers like a physical ache. Even
the presence of his normal customers bothered him. He could sense
them as they passed through his wards, and it irritated him to no
measure. Under normal circumstances, he had no problem with it, but
today, he couldnt focus for the life of him.
The spirit wolves of London had briefly been here during his
absence and taken away the feral whod attacked him. Others like that
man might be out there, but Hewitt wasnt too worried about being
assaulted again. What did concern him was not knowing what to do
about Mason and Devon.
With an irritated sigh, Hewitt abandoned the report on the table
and looked at the clock. It was quite late already. Hewitt got up,
deciding there was no point in trying to do any work today. No matter
how much he tried to think about something else, his mind always
returned to Devon and Mason.
But how could he possibly forget about the two ferals? Their
appearance in his life had been so unexpected and, in a way,
devastating. Theyd swept aside everything Hewitt had considered
true and certain. Hewitts world had always struggled within shades
of gray, but now, the lines between good and bad, friend and enemy,
had been blurred so much that he simply couldnt figure out which
path to take.
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At the same time, Devon and Mason reached out to a part of him
Hewitt had never even realized existed. When they touched him,
Hewitt forgot about everything else except taking them inside his
body, being claimed and claiming in return.
Just the memory of what theyd done made Hewitts prick harden.
Groaning, Hewitt left his seat and sat on the couch. He undid his
zipper, reaching into his underwear to grip his own shaft. At the same
time, he lifted his shirt and pinched his nipple, releasing a soft gasp as
pleasure coursed through him. In his head, it was not his own hands
pleasuring him, but those of his mates. Devon and Mason. So wild, so
untamed, so passionate. Perfect for Hewitt, and everything hed ever
dreamed before hed even realized it.
He swept his thumb over the head of his cock, toying with the slit
and losing himself in the sensation. Generous amounts of pre-cum
already leaked from the tip, and Hewitt used it to move his hand up
and down his shaft. How he wished his lovers were here. Even if
theyd just met, he felt them so close to his heart, as if theyd known
each other forever.
Pleasure gathered in his balls, and Hewitt increased the speed of
his strokes. He was just moments away from orgasm when, all of a
sudden, he felt something was very wrong. His arousal died as his
wards started to scream at him, Danger.
As quickly as he could, Hewitt arranged his clothing and shot to
his feet. Hastily, he left his office and ran into the main club. He was
almost instantly struck by an even worse feeling of doom. The
blinding lights of the club suddenly seemed ominous. From the
direction of the clubs entrance, Hewitt sensed an incoming presence,
one of pure evil.
Screams started sounding in the area as foul beasts invaded the
first level of the club. They moved so quickly that Hewitt couldnt
even tell what they were. He just saw a blur of bowlegged, humanoid
creatures scattering about like cockroaches. The electrical equipment
faltered under their assault, and the music stopped. It only made the
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witch fully, but in spite of that, their unformed bond still echoed
within him, transmitting Hewitts emotions.
Mason pushed Devon off the barstool hed been sitting on and
against the table. The other feral swept his hand over the wooden
surface, sending the bottles flying and creating more space for them.
Somehow, Devon ended up lying on his back, with Mason on top of
him, ravaging his mouth.
They might have ended up fucking right there, in the deserted bar
of the small hotel Mason had taken him to, had Devon not felt
something was wrong. Mason tensed above him and broke the kiss.
Hewitt, they both said at the same time.
They separated, and after Mason left a few bills on the counter,
they rushed out of the small hotel. They hadnt gone too far from The
Witching Hour, but that was by London standards. This meant they
were still a good distance from the club, much farther than both of
them would have liked in such circumstances.
Uncaring as to who might see them, Mason and Devon used their
supernatural speed. They were urged on by an increasing feeling of
doom, and a calm but very real fear they sensed coming from Hewitt.
The emotions were distant, as if through a veil, due to their
incomplete bond, but they were there, and undoubtedly true. What
had happened? Had the spirit wolves done something against Hewitt,
or had there been another feral attack? Devon was inclined to believe
in the latter option. As treacherous as the spirit wolves could be,
Hewitt had helped them in the past, and they had no reason to go
against the witch.
Mason and Devon had almost reached the club when a shot of
excruciating pain struck them. Devons beast immediately identified
the source as Hewitt and panicked. In fact, he might have shifted into
his wolf form had Mason not been there to anchor him.
And then, Hewitts presence in their minds dwindled to nothing.
Even as he ran, Devon gasped, the shock of his mates absence so
intense it nearly made him keel over. It was only the knowledge that
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Hewitt needed them that kept him from collapsing. In that agony, he
found renewed strength, and together with Mason, he ran even faster.
In spite of their race, however, their efforts proved to be futile.
When they at last reached the club, signs of devastation were
everywhere. Sirens sounded in the distance, the authorities having
probably been alerted. Devon followed his instincts to his mates trail
and soon found a crashed car just a few blocks away from the club. Its
windshield was shattered, and it looked like someones body had
flown through, propelled by a powerful impact force. Devon scented
Hewitts blood in the area, and knew without a doubt who the person
in question had been.
Twin roars echoed in the area as Devon and Mason screamed their
pain and anger. For the first time since hed become a feral, Devon
turned into a rabid beast, unable to control the power inside him. This
time, the knowledge of what had happened to Hewitt sent both Devon
and Mason into a frenzy.
The humans around them suddenly seemed like prey, perfect
targets for Devon to release his aggression on. There was a foul
stench in the air, though, something evil that gave Devon pause. A
creature like he had never encountered had been behind this attack.
Lost in his madness, Devon pursued the scent, with Mason right by
his side.
He no longer cared if the humans saw him, or if the spirit wolves
decided to hunt him. His mind had been completely taken over by the
instinct to kill. Deep inside, he still sensed Hewitt, and he somehow
knew the witch was still alive. That, and Masons presence, anchored
him and kept him from completely losing himself in his beast.
Whoever had taken Hewitt seemed to have been very fast, but
Devon didnt give up. He snarled at whoever tried to get in his way.
Everyone except Mason was an enemy. Nothing else mattered except
getting to their mate and rescuing him. Alas, the trace seemed to grow
ever fainter, disappearing into the numerous scents of the city. God,
they wouldnt be able to find Hewitt. They didnt have a chance.
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And then, all of a sudden, the world froze. Blinding light filled his
vision, and he stopped, no longer able to move a muscle. A white,
translucent wolf appeared in front of him. Devons reason might not
know who it was, but his soul did.
Every spirit wolf knew the story behind the creation of their
species. They had been brought into this world by the Spirit Mother,
the only one of them who was not bound by limitations of the flesh.
Devon had never actually seen the white wolf before, and sometimes,
hed had doubts that she existed at all. Ferals, at least, seemed to have
been abandoned by her. But if he wanted to be completely honest,
from time to time, he had felt the support of a hidden presence,
someone unseen, far greater than him or any earthly force, for that
matter.
In this moment, though, not even the Spirit Mother could calm
him down. He rebelled against her power, trying to break free of her
hold. Why was she keeping him from Hewitt? Could she truly be so
cruel so as to grant Devon and Mason a mate, then separate them?
You must remain calm, her voice sounded softly, like a spring
breeze reaching out to soothe Devons senses. You cant help your
mate if you lose yourselves.
How could she say something like that? Didnt she know that the
pain he and Mason experienced now was like having a thousand
needles piercing their bodies? Devons very soul writhed in agony.
Even so, the certainty in her words gave Devon pause. She could help
them. She could help Hewitt. Surely, she must know who had taken
the witch.
Clinging to his mates image, Devon managed to change back into
his human form. It was harder than it should have been, harder than
ever before. The sheer difficulty of it illustrated how close Devon was
to completely surrendering to his beast. As Mason did the same,
Devon realized his feral mate was in the same situation.
What would you have us do? Mason asked, his voice a low
growl. Wait?
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No, the Spirit Mother replied. You merely need to work with
the same people you hate. I will guide you, but you must make haste.
There isnt much time.
That wasnt very comforting for Devon. Taking a deep breath, he
fought to control himself. Just tell us what to do, he said to the
white wolf.
Relax and close your eyes, the Spirit Mother said. Remember,
this wont be easy, but it needs to be done.
Devon shared a look with Mason and nodded. Of course it would
be difficult. Hed already hated asking for the Magistrates help with
regard to the famous serum. But if Wolfram could help them find
Hewitt, Devon would grovel, plead, and even die.
Obeying his goddess, Devon allowed his eyes to drift shut.
Relaxing was impossible, but he did reach out for Masons hand and
hoped that would do. As he did so, he felt the very fabric of reality tilt
and shift. Even if his senses were screaming danger, he ignored his
own instincts of self-preservation and surrendered his very being to
the Spirit Mother.
He didnt know how much time passed, but at last, the world
seemed to be come stable again. Its all right, the Spirit Mother
said. You can open your eyes now.
Devon did, already knowing what he would find. His beast had
felt the presence of spirit wolves even before she had spoken. And
indeed, for the first time in many years, Devon found himself in the
presence of Magistrate Wolfram Rozenstadt.
The older spirit wolf had not changed much since Devon had last
seen him. The only visible trace of his age was his salt-and-pepper
hair and his eyes, those eyes that had always seemed so old. But even
the wisdom and power of the Magistrate could not intimidate Devon.
Hed been brought here for a purpose, and he fully intended to reach
that goal.
To his surprise, Devon also realized that they were not in a normal
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obviously the one the Magistrate and his entourage meant to use to
get to London.
And there were certainly plenty of people around. Devon didnt
know them, but then again, hed been gone a long time. New
generations of hunters had emerged, some of them notoriously skilled.
Devon had never faced any of the spirit wolves here in a battle,
something he felt thankful for.
Naturally, though, the exchange between two parties that had
lived in conflict for centuries wouldnt have gone well. It was very
fortunate that the Spirit Mother hadnt left them, instead appearing in
the middle of the plane in her white wolf form.
Well, it appears introductions need to be made, she said, the
disembodied voice echoing through the plane without seeming to
actually come from her mouth. Wolfram, if you would do the
honors.
The Magistrate might have been surprised to see them there, but
he nevertheless followed the Spirit Mothers suggestion. Right, he
said. Everyone, these two gentlemen are Devon Saunders and Mason
Kale. As he spoke, he wordlessly handed Devon and Mason a pair of
shirts. They werent much, but theyd at least cover Devons and
Masons nudity.
Pointing to the two men closest to him, the Magistrate then said,
This is Fritz Bauer and Dietrich Dupont, my mates.
You must be Hewitts ferals, the dark-haired man identified as
Dietrich said with a frown. Im Dietrich Dupont. Where is Hewitt?
He was kidnapped by someone, or something, Devon replied as
he buttoned his shirt.
Ferals? another of the Magistrates companions asked. Devon
turned toward him and found himself facing a blond, slender human.
Oh, I apologize, the man added. Im Doctor Andrew Blunt.
Devon guessed the other two men around the doctor to be
Andrews mates. His suspicion was confirmed when the duo
introduced themselves as Valerius DAveram and Trent Hart.
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Once that was out of the way, Mason finally replied to the
doctors question. We dont know. It must be, but I cant understand
how ferals could defeat Hewitts wards.
Thats because it wasnt them who attacked The Witching
Hour, the Spirit Mother finally spoke out. All of the men present
turned toward the white wolf. Devon held his breath, waiting for the
explanation he had been denied.
Then who? he prodded.
To answer that, I must begin somewhere else, the white wolf
replied. You see, the worlds creatures as a whole are a mix of flesh
and spirit. Humans, for example, have very strong souls, but they
dont have the ability to control that strength and oftentimes allow
other factors to pollute it. Some, like Hewitt, are stronger, and their
magic stems from that. Beasts are to a certain extent similar, but their
souls lack the focus and the reason required for a true balance. Spirit
wolves represent a middle ground, but one that can be destroyed if
they lose themselves to that part of them that is purely animal. The
Spirit Mother seemed to consider her words, as if wondering just how
much those present could process. There are many other examples
that could be given, but I wont delve into that. Instead, I have to say
that there are also beings that are purely spirit or purely flesh. I and
others like me are soul alone, but soulless beings also exist. And one
of these creatures has taken Hewitt.
A soulless being? Mason repeated in disbelief. What do you
mean?
Creatures only of the flesh. Due to their affinity, they are
immune to Hewitts magic, or any type of magic for that matter, and
can only be hurt by blunt force. They are called Oriakai, by their
ancient name, but youre probably more familiar with the word orcs.
Orcs? Devon couldnt believe his ears. Hed always thought
there were some legends the humans had come up with that werent
actually true. For him, those foul little creatures were just the stuff of
stories. Apparently, hed been wrong.
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Fight fire with fire, you mean, he said, breaking the ominous
quiet.
Indeed. It will not be easy. You might not realize it, but deep
inside, you are still spirit wolves. To do this, I must completely
remove my hold over you, and you will feel it.
Anything for Hewitt, Mason answered without missing a beat.
I didnt expect anything less. You will need help, though, as the
orcs are very numerous and would overpower you.
Thats where we come in, Wolfram concluded. We have to
become feral as well.
A gasp escaped Doctor Blunt, and Devon knew the former human
must be remembering the other times hed seen ferals. It couldnt
have been pretty, and Devon had no doubt some nasty testing had
been involved while perfecting the famous serum.
Only those with mates can do this, the Spirit Mother added.
Two can turn for each pairing, as they need an anchor to come back
to.
Dietrich and I will go, the Magistrates second mate, Fritz, said.
The spirit wolves cant afford risking their Magistrate.
Wolfram looked like he was about to protest, but the white wolf
didnt give him the chance. You are still human, Fritz, the Spirit
Mother said. Im afraid you cannot help in this. Our people would
not take kindly should they hear of this, but we have no other choice.
Devon agreed. Spirit wolves werent fond of ferals, and having
the Magistrate become one would plunge their entire fabric of society
into chaos. To a certain extent, Devon was shocked that the
Magistrates mates had offered to do this in the first place. True,
Dietrich was Hewitts friend, but Devon had long ago learned that
friendship didnt mean squat when real challenges appeared. Devon
only hoped no one ever heard the Magistrate had become a feral.
You can count on Val and me, Trent Hart said. The doctor
seemed upset, but he didnt comment, having obviously expected this
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Chapter Six
When Mason opened his eyes, the darkness enshrouding his new
environment took him somewhat by surprise. The air smelt humid and
nasty, the acrid stench telling Mason exactly where they were. Why
wasnt he surprised the filthy creatures that had taken Hewitt lived in
a sewer?
Orcs. Mason had never thought he would ever have to face those
creatures of nightmare, but he didnt fear them. He only feared that
they would be too late. What if they didnt arrive in time to save
Hewitt? Already, his incomplete connection with Hewitt told him the
witch was in pain. Just that knowledge had Mason on the edge,
terrified of what could happen.
Mason shook himself, struggling to keep a clear mind. He and
Devon were here, and they had support from Hewitts friends. They
had not arrived together, but that was normal, given that the Spirit
Mother had told them it would be best to approach their enemies in
pairs.
Mason still had many questions, one of them being who the
famous leader of the orcs was. But there had been no time to go into
details regarding that. He only knew that the guy was badass, and
somehow trapped, possibly in some sort of magical prison. If that was
the case, it might be why Hewitt had been taken in the first place.
Mason couldnt be sure, but right now, his priority was getting his
mate to safety. Hed worry about the rest later.
Together with Devon, Mason started walking down the sewer
passageway. The smell irritated him, as it blocked his senses.
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the group of orcs were taken care of and left lying in the smelly sewer
water.
Satisfied with the outcome, the wolf didnt feel particularly
tempted to consume the flesh of his prey. Even the brief taste of the
orcs blood had been foul. Besides, the last spark of soul that
remained within him beckoned him to advance, urged him forward.
Hewitt was waiting for him, and the wolfs need for his mate
overcame everything else.
There was something else, though, a growing fear, a terror that
had not disappeared when hed changed from a normal feral tothis.
Hewitts pain was still there, more intense than ever, threatening to
break what little control the wolf had left.
With every second that passed, the agony increased and the bond
between the three mates trembled under its weight. The two wolves
rushed forward, occasionally running into more packs of orcs and
eliminating them like they had the first.
Some sort of distant knowledge made him aware that there were
others like him within the premises of the area. The memories of his
time as Mason identified them as the other former spirit wolves,
probably in the same condition as him.
At last, after what seemed like forever, he and his mate reached a
large chamber filled with the nasty creatures. This time, taking the
orcs out wouldnt be easy, as they had sensed the intrusion in their
territory. From several other corridors, more groups of wolves
appeared, however, distracting and confusing the wicked beasts.
Sadly, it seemed that all their efforts might end up for naught.
Hewitt was in the middle of the chamber, lying on a slab of stone.
Thick chains bound him, leaving him unable to move. Large incisions
had been made against the full length of his arms, and blood dripped
into the filthy water, making the entire picture look even more
grotesque.
The agony the wolf felt knew no bounds. He attacked, no longer
being able to register anything else except the pain, the desire to kill,
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and his feral mates echoing urge. The orcs that fell in their path no
longer moved fast enough, and their strength became useless in the
face of the wolfs anger.
That boundless fury was something visceral, but also rooted in
that small part of him that remained connected to his true self. To a
certain extent, it couldnt even be fully processed. The wolf just knew
he needed to protect his mate, and avenge him. But there were so
many foes in their path, and oddly enough, something else in the air
and in the water, like a wave of energy that attempted to reach out to
something deep within the spirit wolves. It was futile, as the magic of
the powerful souls had disappeared behind the mask of the animal.
For his part, the wolf understood little of the spirit-aimed spell
that hunted him. He didnt know what it meant, and didnt care, just
like he didnt care about any of the creatures who lunged toward him,
intending to stop him from achieving his goal. His animalistic anger
swept away everything in his path. Still, it seemed to take forever
until at last, he and his mate reached the slab where Hewitt lay.
The witch was so still and so pale, no longer the man the two
wolves had met and fallen for. Hewitt had been so full of life, of
magic and beauty, that it was hard to believe these beasts had dared to
destroy him. The sight of him crushed something within the wolf, and
all of a sudden, he once more became Mason.
The Spirit Mothers voice echoed inside his mind. Take him and
get out of there. Hurry!
Mason knew what she meant and what she feared. This time, the
magic that had attempted to stop him and failed could echo within
that part of him most needing his mate.
Unwilling to allow his despair to wreck what little chances he had,
Mason changed into his human form. He ripped apart the chains
holding the witch, hissing when ice-cold fingers seemed to wrap
around his spine. Devon helped him, fully focused on Hewitt, even if
he was probably suffering from the same thing.
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At last, Hewitt was free. Mason took the witch in his arms and,
followed by Devon, started to run in the direction of the exit. Behind
him, he sensed an ominous presence following. Wicked howls
sounded all around him, and whatever being meant to catch them
backed off, distracted.
Mason and Devon managed to leave the chamber safe and sound.
Once they were out of the strange powers reach, the Spirit Mother
spoke to them again. Open your minds to me. Dont lose yourselves.
Reach out and you will be safe.
It was easy for her to say. Even if Mason had regained his
identity, the almost insane terror he felt for his mates life had him on
the brink of completely losing it once again. He focused on
complying, knowing that it was the only way they could get out of
there safe and sound.
Devon squeezed his shoulder, and Mason found comfort in that
brief touch. He allowed his eyes to drift shut, and once more, he was
propelled beyond the boundaries of space. When he broke free of the
trance, he found himself in the spirit wolves plane once again.
The aircraft was quite luxurious, boasting armchairs and
comfortable settees in the main room and even small bedrooms
farther back. A couple of people were still here, the mates of the men
currently risking their lives for Hewitt. Doctor Blunt approached
Mason and Devon, giving them a serious look. Take him to one of
the rooms. Ill check him over.
Mason chose a random chamber and placed Hewitt on the bed. In
spite of having escaped the orcs, they were not out of the woods yet.
Hewitt was gravely injured, and Mason had no idea how to save him.
Doctor Blunt looked over Hewitts injuries, his expression grim.
Im afraid theres nothing I can do with the equipment I have here.
Even if the Spirit Mother takes us to the hospital, Im not sure I would
be able to help.
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ferals nearby. They were probably having trouble with going back to
the way theyd been before.
Things started to quiet down soon, though, which Mason guessed
must be due to the intervention of the spirit wolf mates. Much to
Masons glee, his mate began to calm down as well. At last, Hewitts
erratic breathing slowed, and his glassy-looking eyes cleared,
focusing on Mason. Mason? Devon? What happened?
Mason could have kissed Hewitt at hearing those sweet words. In
fact, he decided to do just that and pressed his mouth to Hewitts. The
witch gasped, obviously surprised at the sudden assault. Even so,
Hewitt didnt protest. On the contrary, he surrendered to the kiss, his
tongue meeting Masons with uncharacteristic savagery. Naturally,
Devon wouldnt be denied either, and as soon as Mason broke away
from Hewitt, he took over, delving into a hot-as-hell lip-lock.
It was in that moment that Mason realized they were all basically
naked. Hewitt just had on the remnants of the suit hed formerly been
dressed in, while Mason and Devon were completely nude. The
proximity of their bodies was not in any way conducive to rational
thought. Mason allowed his hands to roam over Hewitts beloved
form, taking in the perfect planes and contours, greedily mapping
every inch of skin. Hewitt released a low growl under his breath. His
eyes were wild with the lust only a feral could feel. Come on, lovers.
Fuck me.
Mason would have very much liked to do just that, but the molten
heat in Hewitts gaze and the almost animalistic response to the
touches reminded him of the circumstances. Calm down, babe, he
told Hewitt. You were hurt. Do you remember?
They didnt let go of Hewitt, but they stopped the intimate, fartoo-addicting touches. Much to Masons relief, Hewitts gaze started
to clear of the lust. Deep inside him, Mason understood that no,
Hewitt had not fallen into the feral insanity. And there was something
more, something Mason couldnt quite grasp, but that he knew would
be very important.
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front of a dark-furred wolf who was analyzing him with curious eyes.
Hewitt gently touched the beasts head, and at that, the wolf stepped
forward, no longer so hesitant. Something clicked inside Hewitts
heart, and he wrapped his arms around the wolf, holding onto the
animal tightly. He buried his face in the wolfs fur, feeling lightheaded and lighthearted when the beast relaxed in his hold.
He didnt know how long he just sat there, in the realm of his own
mind. When he finally snapped out of his trance, he felt a new peace,
but also a new anxiety. For ages, hed been familiar with his magic,
with the powers he used to control the aether. This was something so
different, and while Hewitt was excited about it, he still wasnt sure
how to make use of it.
Dont worry, babe, Devon told him, obviously guessing his
thoughts. Well teach you everything you need to know.
Once more, Hewitt looked at his mates, noting there was
something different about them. Their eyes were clear, no longer
bearing that wildness that identified them as ferals. Hewitts witch
powers might not have been able to put a finger on the change, but his
wolf did. YoureYoure not feral anymore.
Of course they arent, the Spirit Mother replied. The bond
works both ways, you know.
All three men stared at her in disbelief. For his part, Hewitt
couldnt believe that all their concern had been virtually pointless,
when they could have easily bonded from the very beginning and
avoided this whole mess. But then again, godly beings were beyond
his power of comprehension. Hewitt, and likely everyone else, could
never hope to understand what they were thinking.
Does that mean were not in danger of becoming feral anymore,
or of hurting Hewitt? Mason inquired.
Youre safe from that, the white wolf replied, but you do have
other pressing concerns.
Once more, the images from earlier flashed through Hewitts
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referring to. He still couldnt understand why the orcs had managed to
circumvent his spells and why they had kidnapped him in the first
place. They had a leader, clearly, because beings like that didnt just
get fixed on a particular target for no reason. They were followers,
and they must have been obeying the commands of another. It could
only be that presence Hewitt had felt. But who, or what, was it?
As if guessing his thoughts, the Spirit Mother spoke out again.
Come. I know you are tired, but you probably have many questions
you need answering before you can rest. There are clothes in the
drawers. When you are ready, meet us in the main room.
And just like that, she disappeared, reminding Hewitt that yes, she
was a deity, and he was very lucky to have her on his side. He was
still so very confused, but he forced himself to calm down. First and
foremost, he was a witch, and that would never change. Witches
braved all incoming storms without fear. They always landed on their
feet, like the black cats that supposedly accompanied them as
familiars. But the strangest thing was that, unlike other times, Hewitt
was not in this alone. Yes, he had friendswitches in general stuck
togetherbut none of them meant as much to him as Mason and
Devon. He was not afraid to admit that he felt out of his depth, but
with the two men by his side, he thought that maybe he could learn
how to be a wolf, too.
The most confusing thing was that, in spite of having received the
bite from Mason and Devon, he wasnt sure he should have had a
beast in the first place. From what he knew of the Magistrates mates
and the other humans who had been claimed, they had not turned into
spirit wolves. Instead, they had only become stronger, immune to
disease, and unlikely to age. Why was Hewitt different?
She called me her child, he mused. Why? Why do I have a
wolf, too?
Devon and Mason seemed startled. It looked like this dilemma
hadnt occurred to them. Youre right, Mason said. That is weird.
But Im sure well receive an explanation soon.
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Chapter Seven
Doctor Andrew Blunt paced up and down in the main room of the
plane. He wiped his sweaty palms against the material of his slacks,
feeling useless and helpless.
As a doctor, there was nothing worse than being unable to aid a
patient, except perhaps when the patient in question was someone he
knew and loved. It was bad enough that Hewitt Moore had been
kidnapped and severely injured. The fact that Trent and Val had been
wounded during the expedition as well didnt make him happy at all.
Would you stop worrying, baby? Vals arms went around him
as the wolf whispered in his ear. Were here now, and were safe.
We heal really quickly, remember? Trent added.
Yes, Drew remembered, but he was still terrified of losing them.
Trents job as a hunter perpetually put him in danger, and Drew had
hoped that the new plan for peace the Magistrate had come up with
would make things better. Apparently, hed been mistaken. The last
thing he had expected when hed gone on this trip was to be forced to
see his lovers half insane.
Drew would forever remember the way Trent and Val had looked
in those alien, huge wolf bodies. They had still been his mates, but at
the same time, so very different. For the first time, he had been scared
of them, and he didnt like it. And then, they had come back from
their fight, and that fear had melted into abject terror. He could only
thank God, the Spirit Mother, and whatever other deity watched over
them that no one had been fatally injured.
Im sorry, he told them, taking a deep breath. Im calm. Im
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He stole a look farther into the room, where his son stood with his
own mates. Drew couldnt afford to have a meltdown. He had Paulie
to worry about, Paulie who was still so new at having spirit wolf
mates, who had two hunter lovers, and whod been hit even harder by
this entire thing. Fortunately, neither Sebastian nor Marcus had
suffered injuries beyond their healing abilities, but it had been very
scary, regardless.
Drew slipped out of Vals embrace and headed toward his son.
His two mates followed silently. Drew knew they were concerned for
Paulie as well, as they considered the younger man a sort of surrogate
son.
Paulie looked up at them as they approached. Hey, Dad, he said
with a tremulous smile. You okay?
Fine, Drew replied, knowing he didnt sound very convincing.
You?
Paulie leaned against Sebastian and Marcus, nodding. Just give
me a minute and I will be.
Drew watched the trio with a touch of relief in his heart. Sebastian
and Marcus were good for his son. He could not have asked for better
mates. For a long time, he had feared that Paulie would age while
Drew remained young due to his bond with Trent and Val. Sebastian
and Marcus had showed up to eliminate that problem, and Drew
would forever be grateful for that.
But looking around, Drew realized they still had a significant
problem. The Magistrate and his second-in-command, Klaus, both sat
with their respective mates. Trents brother, Ash, was also there,
together with Drews friend, Daniel, and their mate, Linden. Everyone
seemed as confused as Drew was, which did not fill Drew with
confidence. He had never known the Magistrate to be unaware or
confused about anything of such gravity. It unsettled him greatly.
How could he help his son and his mates if he didnt understand what
was going on? And what about Hewitt? What had happened to the
witch? Drew had wanted to assist, but hed almost instantly known
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Hewitt was beyond any help Drew could provide. The blood loss had
been too great. Drew imagined the two ferals hed met earlier must
have claimed Hewitt, but he wasnt sure the three-way bond would
work the same way as it had before in Hewitts case.
His doubts were put to rest when all of a sudden, Hewitt walked
into the room, followed by his two mates. Both men loomed over
Hewitt, protectively watching his every move. Their connection was
so obvious that Drew berated himself for ever questioning it in the
first place.
As Hewitts friend, Dietrich was predictably very pleased at
seeing the witch. Thank the Spirit Mother, he said with a sigh of
relief. Id almost given up hope.
You shouldnt have worried, Hewitt replied. Im too stubborn
to die.
Klaus and his two mates, Ross and Clay, directed their attention to
Hewitt as well. Its great to see you better, Klaus offered. You
remember my mates, right?
Yes. Hewitt smiled weakly. I helped to find you two. Im glad
things worked out for you.
Not as glad as we are, believe me, Ross replied. Drew agreed.
The trio had been through an emotional grinder until they had finally
managed to settle down. Drew didnt envy them for what theyd been
forced to go through. He could only admire the strength all three men
had proven to have. He didnt know if hed have been so strong had
he ended up in their situation.
Introductions were reiterated, mostly for Hewitts benefit and that
of his mates. Earlier, none of them could pay much attention to
manners, so it was only now that Drew could truly focus on Mason
and Devon. They were both large men, especially Mason, who also
seemed to emanate a sense of authority that reminded Drew of Val,
and to a certain extent, the Magistrate. Both Mason and Devon were
obviously very grateful for the assistance they had received, and while
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Perhaps the Spirit Mother had guessed his thoughts, as she began
to explain, Indeed, Joseph was only a tool in Galadons hands. Im
afraid this war is only beginning. And Hewitt here is unfortunately a
very important piece of the puzzle.
I dont understand, Hewitt said, sounding torn and just a bit
angry. Does this have anything to do with the appearance of my
wolf?
His wolf? Drew shared a confused look with his mates. What did
the witch mean by that? Was he referring to his mates or something
different? By the way hed phrased the question, he seemed to imply
that he had a beast within him, like the spirit wolves. But that was
impossible, wasnt it?
Somewhat, the Spirit Mother answered. You see, Galadon
wasnt always what he is now. He used to have a soul, albeit a very
dark one. But to his mind, this part of him weighed him down. He
decided to get rid of it and exchange it for a different power, one over
flesh. The result was quite unexpected, but then, not even witches can
control all outcomes.
He is a witch? Hewitt gaped at the white wolf. ButHow?
You know it is possible, Hewitt. The Spirit Mother eyed Hewitt
speculatively. Witches have very powerful souls, but also great
ambitions and exceedingly intense abilities. And as all of you here
realize, the more power someone has, the stronger the need for it
becomes. Surrendering ones soul is not something anyone can do,
but after spending entire lifetimes coming up with a solution to
circumvent the limits of his existence, Galadon found a way.
There is always a way. Hewitt rubbed his eyes tiredly. That is
the beauty and the danger of magic.
Too true. And here is where you come in, my dear. Having lived
many years, Galadon predictably had numerous sexual liaisons. A
son was born out of one of these temporary relationships. That child
was your ancestor.
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Hewitt seemed to turn into pure stone. The very air inside the
plane seemed to freeze. But alas, the Spirit Mother wasnt done. To
prevent the danger the boy represented, I placed a woman in his path,
one of my most beloved children. Their progeny eventually became
your great-great-greatwell, many times great-grandfather.
Drew felt cold inside, and he cuddled even closer to his mates.
The Spirit Mothers explanation made sense, but he couldnt help but
feel that her interference, and that of other creatures like her,
somehow violated the independence hed always believed he had.
Years back, hed only been a human, a doctor who loved his son
above all else and whod accidentally stumbled onto the world of
paranormals. Had that meeting been engineered, too? What other
choices he thought hed made had been directed by beings more
powerful than himself?
For once, his concerns were not addressed. The Spirit Mother was
looking straight at Hewitt, who seemed to be having trouble
processing the new information. At last, she delivered the final blow.
And Im afraid that now, Galadon wants to use you as a shell to
return from the astral plane. His most potent abilities are over matter,
and he needs a powerful spiritual vessel to fully escape the astral
plane. This is why you could not go down there as spirit wolves. Your
souls would have just fed him the energy he needs.
Mason growled angrily. Omnipotent being or not, hes not
touching Hewitt.
Devons expression was dark and foreboding. Well die before
we let anything happen to him.
I would hope no deaths will be necessary, the Spirit Mother
answered. I know youre angry and frightened. Take some time for
yourselves. There is a way to stop him. We must just seal the breach
between dimensions that allowed him to reach out, but to do that, you
must be calm and anchored.
Hewitt nodded, still seeming dazed. I wantI want to go home.
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Mothers power washed over him, sending him and his mates away
from the plane and into a different place.
One moment, he was standing in front of the spirit wolves and
trying to understand exactly how hed ended up the focus of an
ancient demonic witch, and the next, he found himself in a room hed
never seen before in his life.
The change of environment managed to shake him out of his selfpity. He turned toward his mates, who had thankfully also been
transported here. Where are we? he asked.
Our hotel room, Devon replied. The Spirit Mother must have
sent us here.
Hewitt half wished shed sent them to The Witching Hour, except
he didnt think he could face the club in the first place. It had been his
home and his sanctuary, and hed always relied on his wards and his
powers to keep both himself and everyone else within it safe. The fact
that the creatures who were after him were immune to magic made
him feel more helpless than ever.
His knees buckled, and hed have fallen had Mason not been there
to catch him. The wolf gathered him close and carried him to the bed,
placing him down with excruciating care.
Its all right, babe, he said. The Spirit Mother is right. You
need to get some rest.
As if it was that easy. Hewitt knew that should he close his eyes,
hed only see himself back in those filthy sewers, being systematically
drained dry of his powers. Everything made so much sense now.
Blood was intrinsically tied in with magic, and by the calculated
injuries hed received, the orcs had meant to create a shell for their
master, to weaken Hewitt until he couldnt fight anymore. He
shuddered at the knowledge of how close hed come to total
destruction. His mates might not realize it, but had Galadon
succeeded in his plan, Hewitt would not have only been killed, but
completely wiped out of all existence. Sometimes, people could come
back in other reincarnations, but not if the soul was eliminated.
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Mason and Devon climbed next to him on the bed and hugged
him tight. They seemed to have been just as affected by the news they
had been given as Hewitt himself. He was probably underestimating
them. Undoubtedly, theyd grasped what dangers threatened him and
how fucked he was should Galadon succeed in his plan.
But Hewitt would not let those more powerful than him dictate his
actions. He refused to turn into a whimpering coward just because
hed been attacked at the very center of his being. If anything, he
should be happy. He should be celebrating the fact that he was alive
with his mates by his side.
A rush of strange light-headedness struck him, and his wolf stirred
within him, eager and wild. Yes, he was alive, and he had the power.
He was flesh and spirit, and with the mate bond within him, he felt
invincible. What could Galadon possibly do to destroy something
like that?
Babe? Devon asked, obviously feeling Hewitts change in
mood. You okay?
Fine. Hewitt crawled out of their embrace and turned to face
them. Im just sick of being afraid. Were stronger than this.
Together, we can defeat whatever they throw at us.
Masons lips twisted into a knowing smirk. Youre sexy when
youre angry, you know that?
Hewitt arched a brow at the other man. I would expect you to
think I was sexy all the time.
Devon barked out a laugh. Dont tell me youre fishing for
compliments. He reached for Hewitt, pulling him close once more.
You know how hot you are without us having to tell you.
Somehow, Hewitt ended up in Devons lap, his crease against his
mates crotch. He figured out the position had quite a lot of potential
and fidgeted around, hiding a smirk when his mate released a deep
groan. Oh, youre just asking for it, arent you, little witch? Devon
panted out.
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them to fuck his mouth and his ass like they had before, but to his
shock, they didnt.
Instead, they spread him on the bed, urging him to relax with
casual, but seductive touches. The irony of it was that he lay in a
position similar to the one he remembered from the sewers. And yet,
he felt no fear, no apprehension, just pure lust and desire. His mates
crawled over him, and as Mason pressed his mouth to Hewitts,
Devons hot hands explored Hewitts skin, leaving behind trails of
fire. Hewitt moaned, parting his lips and surrendering to Masons
dominance. As Mason thrust his tongue inside his wet cavern, Devon
started brushing butterfly-light kisses on Hewitts chest, circling his
nipples when he got over them and biting down on the bits of flesh.
The coppery buds seemed directly connected to Hewitts cock, as the
stinging pain turned into a wave of pleasure that echoed into his groin.
Hewitt moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Masons neck
to pull the wolf closer. Breathing appeared to be unnecessary, and
only his mates touch mattered. Only their caresses could make him
feel whole.
As Devons tongue traveled farther down Hewitts body, Mason
at last broke the kiss, much to Hewitts dismay. He might have
protested, except then, out of the blue, Devon decided it was time to
short-circuit Hewitts brain and took Hewitts hard cock deep into his
mouth.
Hewitt released a choked sound and attempted to reach down,
hoping to thread his hands through Devons hair. Alas, his mates had
other plans. Mason caught his wrists and pinned them above his head,
immobilizing Hewitt with almost ridiculous ease.
Just enjoy it, babe, Mason murmured in his ear. Relax. Fuck
his mouth. He wants you to.
Technically speaking, Hewitt would have probably been able to
break out of Masons hold if he used his magic. But his newly
discovered beast surrendered to Masons strength, accepting his
mates domination. It was heady, freeing, and impossibly sensual. The
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nearly painful yet tender grip of Masons strong hand, the wet,
volcanic heat of Devons mouth, the mere presence of the two wolves,
all of it made Hewitt nearly insane with passion.
When his orgasm came, the gentleness and intensity of it took him
completely by surprise. Hewitt screamed, sending his spunk down his
lovers throat. It was by some miracle than he didnt black out, and he
mustered enough presence of mind to look at Devon. The wolf drank
down Hewitts offering and looked up as he cleaned Hewitts shaft of
every drop. The molten desire in those eyes was enough to scorch
Hewitts insides in and of itself. His mates were clearly not done with
him.
Confirming his thoughts, Mason reached for the nightstand and
opened the drawer. He retrieved a tube of lubricant and tossed it to
Devon, somehow managing to do all this without releasing Hewitts
wrists. Devon caught the tube and with a few deft motions, uncapped
it. The wolf squirted a generous amount of liquid on his fingers and
reached between Hewitts legs. Ready, babe?
Hewitt swallowed around the sudden knot in his throat. He
nodded wordlessly, spreading his legs to give his mate access. Devon
didnt delay in taking the invitation. His slick digits rubbed against
Hewitts needy hole, making renewed arousal course through Hewitt.
His cock, which had never really lost interest, went rock hard once
again. Devon smirked at him. Looks like the answers yes, huh,
Mason?
Definitely yes, the other wolf replied.
Hewitt trembled at the promise in their voices. He just couldnt
wait anymore. He needed to be filled, to take his mates deep inside his
body, to come together with them in the most intimate way that could
exist.
Mason and Devon exchanged a look that told Hewitt many
delights would follow. Do you trust us? Mason asked at last.
With my life, Hewitt replied, not hesitating for a single moment.
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leaned over Hewitt, kissing him once more. Hewitts world melted in
a symphony of pleasure, and he allowed himself to lose all control
within his mates addictive caresses.
Another finger went in, the fourth one, making the fit quite tight.
Hewitt enjoyed the burn, though. It made the entire thing seem more
real. Sometimes, when he was at his mates side, Hewitt almost
believed he was dreaming, and he felt thankful for the sting of pain
anchoring him in reality.
Devon took his time preparing Hewitt, stretching him with
excruciating patience. Just as Hewitt thought he would lose his mind
before they got to the main event, Mason broke away from him.
Devon took his cue and pulled his fingers out of Hewitts body.
Hewitt yelped as his mate lifted him up and back into Devons lap.
Slowly now, babe, Devon whispered huskily. We wont hurt
you.
At some point, Devon had slicked up his cock, and the thick shaft
nudged against Hewitts crease, teasing his hole. Hewitt bit his lip and
clung to his mates shoulders as Devon helped him into position. The
wolfs big hands held onto Hewitts hips, guiding him. Slowly, Hewitt
pushed down, impaling himself on Devons thick prick. Both of them
moaned at the sensations exploding through them. God, it was so
good, so heavenly, and theyd only just begun.
Hewitt could feel Masons eyes on him and Devon like a palpable
caress. He lifted himself and lowered his body again, getting used to
the feel of being invaded. Devon helped him by rotating his hips, and
the brush of Devons prick against Hewitts special spot made stars
burst in his vision. He thrust down harder, needing more of the
delicious penetration, aching for everything his mates had to offer.
And then, Mason came up behind him, supporting Hewitt and
stopping him from rushing. Hewitt had no idea how the two men
planned to do this, but he did his best to obey Masons silent
instructions regardless.
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giving him no quarter. Mason buried his fangs in Hewitts throat and
Devon followed Masons example.
Ecstasy exploded through Hewitt, a myriad of brilliant colors
replacing reality as he knew it. He felt his mates come, and their
orgasms, as well as his own, nearly stopped his breath. As if it hadnt
been enough, Mason then buried his canines in Devons shoulder,
claiming the other wolf. Hewitt could feel his mates emotions, the
overwhelming sensations coursing through them. There was simply
no way he could keep his hold on consciousness. He floated into a
dream of nirvana, shocks of pleasure electrifying both his body and
his soul.
He didnt know how long he was out, but when he finally
managed to recover, he found himself lying on the bed with his mates
looming above him. Mason was cleaning him with a wet cloth, while
Devon held him close, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
Hewitt smiled brightly and relaxed against Devon. As Mason took
position next to him, too, Hewitt distantly remembered everything
that had happened today. It was so hard to believe that just hours
earlier, hed almost been killed. That memory didnt scare him
anymore, and neither did the revelation that he shared blood with a
creature that might very well attempt to control the world. He was no
longer only Hewitt Moore. Hed become Hewitt, mate of Devon and
Mason, and that was more important than any ancestry Galadon tried
to use.
Sleep, babe, Mason murmured in his ear. We have you.
Unsurprisingly, Hewitt believed him. He believed that his mates
could protect him and he could protect his mates. Still smiling, Hewitt
allowed his eyes to drift shut. When slumber took hold of him, no
nightmarish visions haunted his dreams.
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Chapter Eight
Are you sure about this? Mason asked, eyeing the building in
front of them with a great deal of skepticism. How can we possibly
banish Galadon back into the astral plane from a coffee shop?
The Magistrate opened the now-unlocked door and gestured him
inside. It wasnt always a caf, he explained.
If anyone had told Mason he would be soon admiring the tourist
attractions in Kennet, Mason would have thought they were crazy.
Granted, there was a lot of mystical energy in the area, mostly
centered around Stonehenge. To a certain extent, Mason wouldnt
have been surprised had the Spirit Mother chosen that area for her
plan to push back Galadon. But no, the established spot was a caf in
a small English village frequented by numerous tourists who annoyed
Mason just by existing.
Of course, at midnight, most of those people were safely sleeping
in the quaint bed-and-breakfasts in the village. They had chosen this
hour so as to be able to operate without interruptions from humans.
According to the Spirit Mother, this was once Galadons home,
Dietrich spoke up. It was the place where he surrendered his soul to
become what he is now.
Mason barely managed to suppress a shudder. He wasnt exactly
sure just how this being looked, but judging by what he knew so far,
he suspected Galadon might not be one hundred percent humanoid.
After all, this mysterious creature might have originally been a witch,
but that was ages, perhaps millennia ago. The Spirit Mother hadnt
exactly told them when Galadon had walked the Earth, but Mason
guessed many centuries had passed since then. He distantly wondered
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if they could truly take Galadon in a fight before pushing the thought
away from his mind. A powerful witch Galadon might be, but Mason
would not allow anyone to separate him from his mates.
Knowing he had no choice but to obey the instructions of those
wiser than him, Mason stepped into the coffee shop. Devon, Hewitt,
and a couple of their spirit wolf companions followed. Theyd
decided to come in groups, since even at this hour, they would draw
unwanted attention if they came all at once. The Spirit Mother didnt
want to intervene until it was time.
The Magistrate and his mates were with Mason, Devon, and
Hewitt, something that still surprised Mason in a way. It was hard to
believe the man hed resented for so long had become his ally. But he
understood now that none of his previous anger and regrets mattered.
They had more important things to worry about.
Inside, the caf was much like any other establishment of this
type. It was dark and quiet, but the ambience from a day of business
remained the same. A myriad of scents hit Mason as he silently
walked behind Wolfram, the smell of ground coffee beans, vanilla,
and sugary concoctions, and of course, the distinctive aroma of
humans and their emotions. Underneath it all, Mason thought he
detected something different, a lingering shadow of a dark power. It
was so faint that hed have surely missed it had he not been
previously acquainted with its feel. His doubts faded as he realized
that the Spirit Mother might have been right after all.
Of course, actually sealing Galadon would be much more
difficult, and very risky. According to the white wolf, they would
have to summon Galadon here, which implied having Hewitt in the
same place as that creature. Mason and Devon were less than pleased
with the idea, but their mate had told them he didnt fear Galadon. It
was only at Hewitts insistence that Mason and Devon had agreed
with this crazy plan in the first place.
Gradually, their entire group gathered inside the caf. No alarms
sounded, and nothing of significance happened. Other than Wolfram,
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first, Mason couldnt quite distinguish him, and then, when he got a
good look at the new arrival, he felt shock course through him.
Galadon was unlike anything Mason had ever expected him to
be. Mason had imagined him looking like a monster, perhaps
something along the line of the orcs he had created. Instead, he was a
young man of almost inhuman beauty. His dark hair and the sharp
angles of his face reminded Mason of Hewitt. Mason would have
thought it an illusion, except when he gazed into Galadons eyes, he
saw nothingness. The being in front of them might have a beautiful
body, but there was no soul inside him.
As if guessing what Mason was thinking, Galadon arched a brow
at him. Well, well, he said. I didnt think youd be willing to make
the exchange so soon. But then, the Spirit Mother was always very
intelligent. Isnt that right, my dear?
The white wolf didnt answer, making Galadon laugh softly.
What did you plan to do by getting me here? I escaped the astral
plane once. You wont banish me again.
Want to bet? Hewitt snapped back.
Oh, arent you just precious? Galadon snickered. Im going to
enjoy using your body as mine.
Not while were still breathing. Devon growled at him.
Galadon just shrugged one elegant shoulder. Your wish is my
command.
It was the only warning Mason had before pain exploded through
him. It was unlike the spiritual magic that Hewitt had used. It seemed
something different, as if the source of the agony was artificially
created deep within him. Taking into account Galadons affinity, it
was quite possible that the damn creature had done just that. Instead
of using blunt force to hurt them, he was crushing Masons insides
with a thought.
But still, Mason hung on. Even with the pressure that threatened
to choke him, he breathed through the pain, accepting it as necessary.
Even if he had been healed of the feral virus, he remained an Alpha,
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well. While Hewitt didnt fear for himself, he refused to allow his
lovers to get hurt in any way.
It was perhaps that decision that gave him the final burst of magic
he needed. Even as Galadon made one last attempt to break out of
the astral plane, Hewitt blocked him and struck back with everything
he had. Galadon released a cry that seemed to shake the entire astral
plane. Hewitt felt the moment when Galadons resistance died. A
crushing sadness struck Hewitt, and for one brief instant, his mind
connected to Galadons. Galadons thoughts and emotions filled
him, nearly choking him with their intensity. The next moment, they
vanished as if they had never been, and the buzzing energy that had
been clinging to Hewitts surreal body faded away, releasing him
from its hold.
We must hurry back, he told his mates.
No sooner had he said the words than they were thrust into reality
with a violence that took his breath away. Dazed, Hewitt struggled to
compose himself. When he recovered, he blinked to clear his vision
and found himself lying on the floor, still holding his mates hands.
In front of him, the slash in the wall between realms was now
visible. He didnt know if other people could see it, but he felt as if he
could touch it if he only just extended his hand. It glowed with an
unholy light that beckoned Hewitt forward, hypnotizing him. Perhaps
hed have reached out had his mates not held him back.
You mustnt, Mason told him. Let it go.
Tears filled Hewitts eyes. He didnt really know why, but in that
moment, when his mind had linked with Galadons, Hewitt had seen
far more than hed have liked. As the gap in the barrier between
realms closed in front of him, Hewitt knew without a doubt that his
ancestor did have a soul, and Hewitt might have made a very serious
mistake in banishing Galadon to the cold emptiness of the astral
plane.
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Epilogue
It was almost noon. The sun shone through the foliage, promising
a warmth that didnt quite reach the ground. In the shadow of the
trees, a lonesome figure sat, seemingly lost in thought.
The cool breeze brushed through Hewitts hair, as if caressing
him. The witch appeared to be lost to the world, leaning against the
tree trunk and sighing from time to time. Devon watched his mate,
entranced and, at the same time, concerned. Since facing Galadon,
Hewitt had lost interest in continuing to manage The Witching Hour.
He had told Devon and Mason the reason, the feeling of failure that
haunted his soul. Devon understood him completely. Through his
bond with Hewitt, he had also experienced that moment when Hewitt
had touched Galadons mind. But there was nothing they could do
for Galadon. Sadly, Hewitts ancestor was beyond their aid. It had
been either them or Galadon.
Devon made his way to his mates side and sat down without
speaking. Hewitt didnt send him away. Instead, he cuddled close to
Devon, his hand clutching Devons shirt in an almost compulsive
gesture.
I really love it here, the witch said.
Devon nodded, unsurprised that his mate wouldnt address the
proverbial elephant in the room. He liked it here, too. The woods were
quiet and peaceful, providing everything Devon had ever wanted in a
home. The Virgin Komi Forest had apparently been Masons
sanctuary for a long time. As a feral, the other man had mostly lived
away from civilization. But since Devon and his mates had decided to
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move here on a permanent basis, they had set about to build an actual
home.
The spirit wolves had agreed that moving would be a good idea
for Hewitts recovery. The last thing Devon had done before leaving
all that behind was sending a message to Roarke through the Tanners.
He had no clue if his former friend had received it, since Roarke
seemed to avoid the Tanners for some reason. Even so, he hoped the
other feral would find it safe to come out of hiding now that the
Magistrate had proven that he did indeed have good intentions. For
Devons part, he wanted to begin a new life, and for that reason, he
knew it was time to start mending broken bridges.
For the moment, though, Devon planned to fully focus on his
mate. Coming here was a good choice, he told Hewitt. But you
havent really enjoyed it.
Hewitt released a sigh. Im sorry. Ive really been horrible lately,
havent I?
No, babe. Devon shook his head empathetically. Youre
recovering from what happened. Its normal.
I just think there must be something we missed, something we
could have done.
I know. Devon kissed Hewitts temple. Perhaps there still is,
but not now. You have to give it some time, time to heal.
To this day, Devon didnt know whether the Spirit Mother had
lied to them deliberately or merely hadnt known the truth. Of course,
there was always the chance that Galadon had been trying to deceive
them. Either way, they had all agreed that now wasnt the time to
attempt to reach out to the trapped witch. Lonely and desperate he
might be, but Galadon was also very dangerous. After all, hed been
the one who had created the orcs and ordered them to kill Hewitt.
Devon was not inclined to be very forgiving, taking into account that
Hewitt had nearly died because of it.
Thankfully, Hewitt didnt insist. I know. Ill try to let it go, at
least for now.
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It wasnt so easy, and they all knew it. But they were building a
new life together, one that neednt be shadowed by ghosts of the past.
As if summoned by Devons thoughts, a voice sounded from
farther into the clearing. Dev, I need some nails.
Devon rolled his eyes at his mates order. Mason always needed
nails, a hammer, planks, or Spirit Mother knew what else. Devon
would bet the other wolf actually had everything he required next to
him, but simply wanted to see Devon and Hewitt and didnt know
how to ask. Of course, if Devon wanted to be honest, he should be by
Masons side, aiding the other wolf in building their home. But hed
stolen a few moments to see Hewitt, and he couldnt bring himself to
regret it.
Hewitt smiled at him and brushed a brief kiss against Devons
lips. We should get out there and lend a hand, huh?
Devon would have preferred remaining under the shadow of the
trees and ravaging his mate. He could bet Mason would show up any
moment now. The other man simply couldnt stay away. But alas, if
they kept distracting themselves with sex, they would never finish
their house.
Youre right, he said with a sigh. Come on.
Both of them got up and headed back toward the clearing where
they had decided to build their new cabin. Mason stood in front of it,
obviously considering coming to get Devon and Hewitt. He looked
quite pleased when he saw them approach.
Where are the nails? he asked, arching a brow.
Devon kissed Masons cheek then pointed to a table behind them.
Right there.
Mason frowned at him, and his serious expression was so funny
Devon couldnt help but crack up. In spite of the earlier dark mood,
Hewitt burst into laughter as well. It was simply impossible to stay
upset when the evidence of their shared future was right there in front
of them.
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Laughing at me, are you? Mason growled. Ill give you two a
little lesson youll never forget.
And with that, Mason pounced. Building the cabin was once again
forgotten in favor of feverish touches and desperate kisses. And as
they writhed against each other in the grass, they tore at each others
clothing, needing naked skin.
As always, Hewitt was the first one to end up nude. Devon
admitted he had a fetish for seeing the witch in the buff while he and
Mason were still dressed. He loved to tease Hewitt, to bring him to
the brink of climax and keep him there for the longest time. If it were
up to him, Hewitt would never have to wear clothes, for easy access.
But then again, that would be very distracting, and while it might be
all right when only the three of them were present, it could bring
about unpleasant consequences when they were among others.
Right then and there, none of them had the patience for extended
foreplay. Both Devon and Mason got rid of their garments as well,
shuddering as the cold breeze hit their sweaty bodies.
Hewitt took up position on all fours and wiggled his ass
invitingly. Entranced, Devon reached for the tube of lubricant. Mason
threw him the bottle, ever the prepared Boy Scout. Devon opened the
tube and squirted a generous amount of liquid on his fingers. His
control was already frayed thin. If he didnt get inside Hewitt soon, he
would explode, die of blue balls, or worse.
Devon rubbed two slick fingers against Hewitts opening and
slowly slid them inside. He groaned as his mates body greedily
swallowed the digits, as if demanding more. Hewitt pushed back
against his fingers, panting. Come on, Devon. I can take it. You
dont have to be so careful.
But Devon was careful. To him, Hewitt was precious, like a jewel
that needed to be treasured. His affection for Mason was different,
wilder, rougher, more animalistic, and reminding Devon of their
once-feral nature. The three of them fit together, and Devon would
have it no other way.
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part of his life. At the same time, the feeling of familiarity came from
a different source. While the whispering had only started now, this
sensation was much older, and Quinn just wished he knew who in the
world was making this attempt to contact him. Why couldnt that
person just be straightforward and say what he wanted? More
importantly, why did Quinn always feel such pain whenever he tried
to reach out as well?
Frustrated, Quinn rolled in his bed and glared at the ceiling.
Leave me the hell alone, he muttered under his breath. Im trying
to sleep.
Help me, the voice just said again. Please.
There was only so much haunting Quinn could stand. He threw
off the blankets and got out of bed. Outside, it was dark, and Quinn
knew all too well that there were things out there normal humans
didnt know about. Quinns family was different and had always been
so. They understood the paranormal world and were often sought out
by creatures that would send others screaming. This time, though,
Quinn was stuck.
Who are you? he inquired desperately. Tell me what I can do.
Oddly enough, the voice didnt reply, as if surprised Quinn had
asked. After a brief pause, it came again, almost hesitantly. Just talk
to me. I need to hear your voice.
Quinn couldnt have been more shocked if the ghostly presence
had suddenly asked him to dance around naked in the middle of the
city square. Still, there was such loneliness in that demand that Quinn
couldnt help but comply. All right. What do you want to know?
THE END
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