Wild Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary Book 4)

I couldn’t bear to look back at the shattered glass, at Roary scrambling to capture what he had lost but as I closed in on Vard, my teeth bared and his death screaming through my ears, a sound akin to the singing of the stars themselves tore through me and hope simmered within my soul.

I pounced, slamming into Vard and flattening him beneath me, his screams drowning out all but that most beautiful of sounds.

My teeth sank deep into his shoulder and I whirled around, hurling him from me, the roar of a Lion echoing through my blood as my eyes fell on my mate in his shifted form.

Roary roared again, shaking his mane of stunning, dark hair before breaking into a run, his eyes locked on the screaming, crying Vard who was trying to crawl away through the snow.

I sucked in a sharp breath as Roary shot into motion, his powerful body moving so fast that it became a blur. Both Lion and Vampire at once, two Orders housed in one Fae.

He leapt at Vard, his teeth sinking through flesh and bone, the screams of the bastardo who had caused him so much pain and suffering falling to silence at last as his head was torn free of his body and hurled away into the heaped snow beside us.

I paced forward, my eyes wide as I stared at the miracle who was my mate, my kindred spirit, the man I had loved since I was too young to even fully understand the meaning of the word. My Lion. My Roary. My mate.

I nuzzled against him and he leaned into me, the wonder in his eyes sparkling in the moonlight before he released a powerful roar which the others echoed in cries of triumph over the bodies of the beasts they had vanquished in their own battles.

And as the snow tumbled from the sky in clumps lit with moonlight, a howl broke from my lips to join with theirs and I knew in my heart that our pack was whole at last.