Page 47 of The Wolf's Captive
“How are we going to get there in half an hour?” I asked Malone as we turned away from the others. “It’ll take us that to walk to the car.”
Tilting his head to the side as he looked down at me, Malone smirked. “You’re still such a witch in so many ways.”
I stared, unable to decide whether to be offended when he tugged his shirt off. Next went the jeans followed by his underwear. Shit, if we didn’t have somewhere to be, I would’ve dragged him into our hut to have my wicked way with him. It had been a beat or two since we’d let loose that way.
“We run,” he quipped, putting his hands on his hips.
Scowling, I stripped down quickly, checking over my shoulder to make sure the others had gone back to work. What could I say? Once a witch, always a witch. The confidence that Malone exuded would probably always allude me.
Once I was naked, and shivering, I dropped to my hands and knees next to Malone, who had already started the shift. I imagined the feel of the wind in my face and actually felt a zing of anticipation that numbed the pain of my breaking bones.
It only took a few seconds of agony this time, which gave me a sense of achievement. I was getting better, almost enjoying it rather than worrying about the pain.
Malone grunted as soon as I turned, nudging me with in the neck with his snout. I huffed and nudged him back, enjoying the warmth of his white fur as I nuzzled him before stepping away.
Bending his head, he used his nose to flick up the strap of his bag and get it over his head. I huffed my approval before he nodded once and set off, checking to make sure I followed him. I did, my paws padding on the ground and building speed as he started to run.
The air rushed around me as we thrust out of the woods and onto the fields, following our noses. They guided us towards the camp, although we avoided going near, just in case the Crawley Pack were back.
Our priority was to get me disconnected from Kieran. The Crawly Pack had obviously had enough of the traitor, hence why they were coming after me. However, if Victor was successful, Kieran wouldn’t survive anyway.
A shudder moved me as we arrived at the cars, all hidden near a small clump of trees. We had been worried about leaving them, but we’d had no choice. Luckily, it looked like no one had tampered with them.
Malone turned suddenly, almost storming back to me. His brown amber eyes watched me intently. I sucked in a breath, not quite sure what he was doing.
His low growl made the fur on my back rise. It wasn’t a warning, more an invitation. I pushed forward and licked his nose playfully. He stayed serious, rubbing his head against my side and around to my back, where he bashed my rump.
A spark of heat flew through me. We didn’t have time to get all horny as wolves. It was… totally tempting, even though it would be classed as bestiality in my witch world. But here? I assumed it was normal.
Malone had returned to my head and leant his forehead against mine. I rested there for a moment, tingling all over as my feelings for the man grew and grew.
He breathed loudly, breaking the spell as he stepped back. His face morphed and his body contorted until he was standing tall and proud again. I did the same, pushing myself back up to a stand when my limbs were free of fur.
“I thought you were going to… you know,” I said, smiling at him as he took the car keys from his backpack and unlocked it.
Glancing over his shoulder as he retrieved our spare clothes, he winked. “I was tempted.”
A sigh shot from me as he turned and handed me my underwear. It wouldn’t be long until we could be free to unite at our ceremony. The yearning grew with every day. Despite the challenges that lay ahead.
“Let’s go get ourselves a warlock and take him to see the witches,” Malone said when he was dressed.
Smiling, I leant up and kissed his cheek. “Yes, let’s go and sort out my shitty predicament. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll survive it.”
Chapter Fifteen
Victor stepped out of the car and shook out his long leopard print coat. I stepped beside him, ready to lead him into the library. He had arrived in London the day before and decided to head to Brighton on the morning train.
“It doesn’t look much different to what I remember,” he said, glancing up at the grey façade.
His long dark straight hair fell to just below his shoulders and waved in the breeze. He hadn’t seemed either pleased or displeased to see me when we’d picked him up from the station a moment ago. Now, a nervous twitch moved the corner of his eye as Malone drove away, off to park the car.
“Are you certain our terms are the same?” I blurted, my own stomach clenching in nerves.
Looking over his shoulder, Victor raised his sleek black eyebrows. “Of course, Della, I never go back on my word. If things work out today, we’ll be ready to do the ritual in the next few days. Are you sure you’re prepared?”
A lump pushed into my throat as I nodded and indicated that we walk. I didn’t want to delay our meeting with Heather, who had insisted we bring Victor straight to her.
I was prepared to do whatever it took to get my life on track. Malone had been amazing, accepting me, regardless of the weight that hung around my neck. It was time we ended our war for good.