Page 63 of Dark Wolf Soul
“Oh.” She looks away but not before I see a flush creeping into her cheeks.
My wolf stirs, and I fight the urge to reach over and kiss every square inch of her blushing skin.
She’s so fucking beautiful, even now when I can tell she’s weighing her life in her hands. And I hate that I’m putting her through it at all, but I don’t know another way to save her anymore.
At least, I’m giving her a choice.
“There’s another option,” I say, hating the words as I speak them.
“What is it?” she asks, hope leaping into her gaze.
“I’m friends with the Black Moon Pack.”
“The Black Moon Pack?”
“It’s a pack of wolves located in a small town called Blackstone, Virginia. Levi and his mate Mac are the alphas.”
“I thought there could only be one alpha of a pack.”
I smile ruefully as I remember my time living and fighting alongside Levi Wild and his pack of Romantics, as they called themselves. For a few years, we hid out at a compound we created, helping other shifters escape the ruthless control of an alpha who punished them for choosing their true mates rather than rejecting them as a show of strength.
I learned so much from Levi and am damn grateful for my time with him. But the more time I spend with Lexi here in Indigo Hills, the less I can see myself going back there. Still, she’d be safe with them. And that’s what matters.
“So did everyone else for way too damn long,” I tell her. “Times are finally changing, though. In fact, they’re the second pair of alpha mates running their own pack now.” At her curious expression I add, “Those are both stories for another day. Anyway, I spent some time with Levi before he became alpha. He’s a good friend, and I know he’d protect you with his life.”
“What are you saying?” she asks.
“You could go to them. They would take you in. Hide you. Keep you safe. You wouldn’t have to be a part of this.”
“How long would I have to stay there?”
“Until I’m successful.”
“And if you aren’t?”
I swallow against the lump in my throat and say, “Then you’d stay forever.”
Her silence stretches, and fear grips me as I wait to see if she’ll choose me or her freedom. Hiding won’t be nearly as bad as it sounds. She’d have a life there, a good one. Maybe even discover her wolf. And then she’d be free to mate—
“I don’t want to spend my life in hiding.”
Her words rip me from the nightmare unfolding in my head.
“You aren’t safe otherwise,” I tell her.
“It’s not me I’m worried about.”
Alarm shoots through me—a hot streak of jealousy that stabs my insides to the point of pain. But then I remember. The girl. Violet. Another dancer at the club. They were friends.
“You’re worried about Violet,” I say.
She looks surprised. “How did you know about her? Oh.” Her expression shutters. “Right. You stalked me.”
I start to answer, but she cuts me off.
“Violet’s not the only one I miss.”
The jealousy stabs at me again. “Who else is there?”
