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.

—

it was minutes

deep into my fur until they reach my skin. I’m not scared. I

is. The only other man left alive in this room is my mate, and only he would I

like that.

all right, Ella,” Sinclair says, a growl still resonating

enemies‘ blood. Something soars in me at the sight of him like

Our

a moment, and then he sees the determination in me and nods once.

The man does so, immediately, blood dripping from his

man, from me,

just me, and this man,

prowl another step

me, palms

it’s a waste of breath.

him, my paws hitting him in the chest first and

before I sink my teeth into his neck,

with me on top of him, growling down into his face

leaves his eyes.

back to my mate, who stands in the middle of a room

and gore, his mouth curved up on one side into a proud

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

and running down my neck. And then, with perfect control, I cross the room and

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

every scream that echoes in

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

done my job. I’ve kept

Sinclair

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

priest – to make sure that we kept him, as I delt

up

the priest was secure, they were

as he looks at the blood all over our bedroom

walls, even the ceiling – and at the bodies scattered almost creatively

– how did

down at her, a little surprised at

to my brother. This is the woman who cried when she saw Rafe’s