Accidental Surrogate

Ella

“NO!” I scream, but the word is transferred instantly to a roar as I transition into my wolf, my

but I barely bones and body shifting in a flash. It hurts – less than it did the first time, of course – notice it because I shake myself out of my captor’s hands and am halfway across the room at once, leaping for the man who holds Rafe, my jaws gaping. He goes a little pale, taking a step

backwards and putting out a hand towards me to stop me –

But that hand, it disappears into my mouth. And I snap my teeth down.

The man’s scream pierces my sensitive ears as my teeth meet together around his wrist, as I wrench my head to the side, tossing his torn hand aside, savoring the taste of his blood in my mouth. He screams again as he looks at the bloody stump I’ve left behind, as I prowl another step

forward –

But suddenly, I feel a great blow against my shoulder that sends me staggering sideways

And then, almost at the same instant, I hear what sounds like an explosion behind me – I don’t

turn to it, my eyes fixed on the man who holds my son in his arms – but I know, through the bond,

through some other wolf instinct, that it is Sinclair.

I don’t take my eyes off the man who holds Rafe, instead finding my feet and beginning to prowl

slowly forward towards him again. He backs up, step by step, looking over my shoulders at his

colleagues as they die. I can see the progress of the battle in his expression, in the fear that comes

into his eyes, in the blood that drains from his face as he realizes that he’s not getting out of this.

room. That he’s going to die here, but not until he watches all of his friends die first.

I hear the ripping sounds my mate makes in his gigantic wolf form, the screams of the masked

men as he takes them down, his snarls and his roars, the rending sound of flesh. And each blow

rings through me like a song as I bare my teeth at the man holding my child, as I stare him down.

It doesn’t take long for Sinclair to finish. I didn’t think it would.

—

was minutes – before I feel

fingers digging deep into my fur until they reach my skin. I’m

in this

like that.

growl still resonating in his voice,

my mate, covered in our enemies‘ blood. Something soars in me at the sight of him like that – my warrior mate with

Our

a moment, and then he sees the determination in me

him to me,” he demands, just once. The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his trembling

Rafe safely in his gigantic arms and turns away from the man, from me,

and this man, and my murderous rage.

another

his hands towards me,

it’s a waste of

limbs and leap for him, my paws hitting

moments before I sink my teeth into his neck,

to the floor with me on top of him, growling down into his face as the

leaves his eyes.

to my mate, who stands in the

curved up on

human body, standing up, the man’s blood still

face and running down my neck. And then, with perfect control, I

my mate wrap me in his arms as I stare down at my child, who

I relish every scream that echoes in my ears.

hear him, it means that he’s still here,

my job. I’ve kept him safe.

Sinclair

taking Ella and Rafe with me as Roger bursts into the room, followed by

stay with the priest – to make

happening up

the priest was secure, they

eyes going wide as he looks at

all the walls, even the ceiling – and at

“What the – how

at her, a

to my brother. This is the woman who cried