The Burning Claw
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“No,” he snapped back. “Be still.”
Sally was about to tell him not to order her around, but the words froze in her throat at the sound of his voice.
“Sally.”
The dangerous one, the one with the dimple—he had spoken her name. Her named rumbled from his lips and filled the room as well as every empty place inside of her. Her breathing hitched as she began to feel the haze that had been there since the death of her parents clear.
“Sally Miklos,” he called again.
She had to look at him. She pushed Jericho’s upper body aside and he growled dangerously but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the man on the opposite side of the room.
Her mouth dropped open as the flood gate of memories opened and crashed into her mind. Her eyes were wide as she continued to stare. “Costin,” she whispered and saw his shoulders tense.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” It’s all she could say as her life before the weird alternate reality in Oceanside came pouring back over her. “Mate,” she said as the memory of their Blood Rites ceremony flashed through her mind. The moment that she uttered the word, she felt an invisible chord snap in place between her and Costin and the bond returned. How could she not have realized that it had been missing?
“No!” Sally screamed as she tried to erect a wall in her mind but she was too weak. Costin had complete access. She couldn’t control what was playing through her mind. It was like a sick movie—a documentary meant to destroy her. He saw everything.
Costin saw their first kiss, and then he saw her first kiss with Jericho. Costin saw every moment in his bar, playing and flirting. Then he saw her in Jericho’s bar, doing remarkably similar things. Costin saw the first time he touched her, and then he saw the first time that Jericho touched her. She couldn’t make it stop. She was like a child holding out her hands trying to stop a tsunami.
She tore her eyes from his; her shame was practically choking her. She couldn’t breathe. Sally grasped at her throat and tried to suck in air. Jen, Jacque, and Peri were at her side in an instant. They pushed Jericho out of the way and pulled her to a table. She could feel Costin’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t stand to see the pain caused by her betrayal.
“Sally, calm down,” Peri was telling her.
“I-I didn’t r-r-remember,” she gasped. How the hell could she have possibly forgotten her mate and that there were such a thing as werewolves? Then something clicked. Her head snapped up and her eyes landed on Jericho. She heard Costin’s growl and felt his anger at her giving Jericho attention.
“You knew,” she told him, grabbing his attention. Jericho was looking back and forth between Costin and her. “You knew, didn’t you?” she said again, pushing away from the table and taking a step toward him. She was stopped by Peri’s hand on her arm.
“YOU KNEW I HAD A MATE,” Sally roared. She felt her own magic well up inside of her, returning like a long lost friend.
“Sally,” Jericho began but she cut him off with a slice of her hand whipping out in front of her.
“All this time. Through everything,” she growled the word and she knew that Jericho understood what she meant by everything. “You knew and you did it anyway.”
She realized too late that when she’d said everything, she caused unbidden memories to flash through her mind. She tried to put up even a little bit of a wall but Costin was too strong. His wolf refused to let her erect any kind of barrier between them. She saw the minute that the memories of the night before registered. Rage like she’d never seen erupted out of him. She didn’t see him move; it was so fast. And then Peri, Jen, and Jacque were pulling her further away and down, wrapping their arms around her. Sally could hear muffled cries, but Jen’s voice was getting in the way.
“Don’t look, Sally. Don’t look,” Jen said over and over. But Sally didn’t have to look. She had a front row view of Costin’s emotions. Somehow he managed to keep her from seeing how he was doing it, but she knew he was killing Jericho. Jericho had signed his death warrant the second he’d laid his hand on her in full knowledge that she had a true mate.
Sally thought about the things that Costin had seen just before he attacked Jericho and she vomited. Right there, with her best friends wrapped around her, she wretched over and over.
“Let it out, sweetie,” Jacque soothed.
Her stomach churned at the memories of Jericho’s hands on her, undressing her, kissing her. “Oh, god!” she sobbed. It just wouldn’t end. She remembered Jericho lying on top of her, whispering in her ear, biting. She gasped. “OH SHIT.” It was then that she heard another roar from her mate, and Vasile and Decebel yelling for him to stop.
Decebel tried to catch Costin as he lunged for the two female wolves who’d come running out of the back of the bar. As soon as he’d finished dismembering Jericho, he seemed to calm a bit. But then, out of nowhere he attacked the girls.
“Whatever Sally is thinking about, tell her to bloody stop,” he snarled into his mate’s mind. “Costin is tearing apart a she-wolf from Jericho’s pack.”
“Jericho used magic to get Sally to sleep with him. He mated with her last night and he marked her,” Jen thought the words so fast that he nearly missed it.
Decebel saw red. Sally wasn’t even his mate, but she was his because she was pack. He couldn’t imagine what Costin was feeling. His Beta would have seen the memories in Sally’s mind. That’s why he was attacking anything that moved. His attention snapped back to his Beta and he saw that he had killed both females and was now ripping out the throat of another male wolf. Damn, how many were there?
When all of the enemy wolves, that they could see anyway, laid at their feet, he turned on them. Costin eyed the females wrapped around his mate. “Vasile!” Decebel managed to yell as he lunged at the exact moment Costin did. It took, Vasile, himself, Fane, and Cypher to hold him back from attacking the females.
“MINE,” Costin said as spittle flew from his snarling mouth. He was gone. If he was willing to attack his own female pack members, then his control was gone.
“Get her out of here,” Decebel told his mate. “Costin is trying to kill you all.”
Jen stood up abruptly and turned her angry glare on him. What the hell had he done now?
Sally was about to tell him not to order her around, but the words froze in her throat at the sound of his voice.
“Sally.”
The dangerous one, the one with the dimple—he had spoken her name. Her named rumbled from his lips and filled the room as well as every empty place inside of her. Her breathing hitched as she began to feel the haze that had been there since the death of her parents clear.
“Sally Miklos,” he called again.
She had to look at him. She pushed Jericho’s upper body aside and he growled dangerously but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the man on the opposite side of the room.
Her mouth dropped open as the flood gate of memories opened and crashed into her mind. Her eyes were wide as she continued to stare. “Costin,” she whispered and saw his shoulders tense.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” It’s all she could say as her life before the weird alternate reality in Oceanside came pouring back over her. “Mate,” she said as the memory of their Blood Rites ceremony flashed through her mind. The moment that she uttered the word, she felt an invisible chord snap in place between her and Costin and the bond returned. How could she not have realized that it had been missing?
“No!” Sally screamed as she tried to erect a wall in her mind but she was too weak. Costin had complete access. She couldn’t control what was playing through her mind. It was like a sick movie—a documentary meant to destroy her. He saw everything.
Costin saw their first kiss, and then he saw her first kiss with Jericho. Costin saw every moment in his bar, playing and flirting. Then he saw her in Jericho’s bar, doing remarkably similar things. Costin saw the first time he touched her, and then he saw the first time that Jericho touched her. She couldn’t make it stop. She was like a child holding out her hands trying to stop a tsunami.
She tore her eyes from his; her shame was practically choking her. She couldn’t breathe. Sally grasped at her throat and tried to suck in air. Jen, Jacque, and Peri were at her side in an instant. They pushed Jericho out of the way and pulled her to a table. She could feel Costin’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t stand to see the pain caused by her betrayal.
“Sally, calm down,” Peri was telling her.
“I-I didn’t r-r-remember,” she gasped. How the hell could she have possibly forgotten her mate and that there were such a thing as werewolves? Then something clicked. Her head snapped up and her eyes landed on Jericho. She heard Costin’s growl and felt his anger at her giving Jericho attention.
“You knew,” she told him, grabbing his attention. Jericho was looking back and forth between Costin and her. “You knew, didn’t you?” she said again, pushing away from the table and taking a step toward him. She was stopped by Peri’s hand on her arm.
“YOU KNEW I HAD A MATE,” Sally roared. She felt her own magic well up inside of her, returning like a long lost friend.
“Sally,” Jericho began but she cut him off with a slice of her hand whipping out in front of her.
“All this time. Through everything,” she growled the word and she knew that Jericho understood what she meant by everything. “You knew and you did it anyway.”
She realized too late that when she’d said everything, she caused unbidden memories to flash through her mind. She tried to put up even a little bit of a wall but Costin was too strong. His wolf refused to let her erect any kind of barrier between them. She saw the minute that the memories of the night before registered. Rage like she’d never seen erupted out of him. She didn’t see him move; it was so fast. And then Peri, Jen, and Jacque were pulling her further away and down, wrapping their arms around her. Sally could hear muffled cries, but Jen’s voice was getting in the way.
“Don’t look, Sally. Don’t look,” Jen said over and over. But Sally didn’t have to look. She had a front row view of Costin’s emotions. Somehow he managed to keep her from seeing how he was doing it, but she knew he was killing Jericho. Jericho had signed his death warrant the second he’d laid his hand on her in full knowledge that she had a true mate.
Sally thought about the things that Costin had seen just before he attacked Jericho and she vomited. Right there, with her best friends wrapped around her, she wretched over and over.
“Let it out, sweetie,” Jacque soothed.
Her stomach churned at the memories of Jericho’s hands on her, undressing her, kissing her. “Oh, god!” she sobbed. It just wouldn’t end. She remembered Jericho lying on top of her, whispering in her ear, biting. She gasped. “OH SHIT.” It was then that she heard another roar from her mate, and Vasile and Decebel yelling for him to stop.
Decebel tried to catch Costin as he lunged for the two female wolves who’d come running out of the back of the bar. As soon as he’d finished dismembering Jericho, he seemed to calm a bit. But then, out of nowhere he attacked the girls.
“Whatever Sally is thinking about, tell her to bloody stop,” he snarled into his mate’s mind. “Costin is tearing apart a she-wolf from Jericho’s pack.”
“Jericho used magic to get Sally to sleep with him. He mated with her last night and he marked her,” Jen thought the words so fast that he nearly missed it.
Decebel saw red. Sally wasn’t even his mate, but she was his because she was pack. He couldn’t imagine what Costin was feeling. His Beta would have seen the memories in Sally’s mind. That’s why he was attacking anything that moved. His attention snapped back to his Beta and he saw that he had killed both females and was now ripping out the throat of another male wolf. Damn, how many were there?
When all of the enemy wolves, that they could see anyway, laid at their feet, he turned on them. Costin eyed the females wrapped around his mate. “Vasile!” Decebel managed to yell as he lunged at the exact moment Costin did. It took, Vasile, himself, Fane, and Cypher to hold him back from attacking the females.
“MINE,” Costin said as spittle flew from his snarling mouth. He was gone. If he was willing to attack his own female pack members, then his control was gone.
“Get her out of here,” Decebel told his mate. “Costin is trying to kill you all.”
Jen stood up abruptly and turned her angry glare on him. What the hell had he done now?
