THE AWAKENING

Cassandra struggled to be free, but the grip holding her felt like iron bands clamped around her thighs.

“Let me go!” she screamed like a banshee, rising up to claw at his face with her nails but her efforts were met with steely silence as they ran through the night.

The cold air burned her face and she began to shiver.

They entered what looked like a cave and were immediately enveloped in inky darkness but her captor navigated the tricky twists and turns as if they were traveling a lighted path.

They emerged in a large cavern where he finally set her down with little finesse or grace. She landed on her rear with a squeak of pain but he paid her little heed as he was too busy building a small fire to warm the ice-box interior.

In truth, she was too cold to flee even if, by chance she could find her way out. Her legs felt like frozen stalks of flesh that might shatter if she tried to run.

The walls were rough hewn by time, dripping large formations from the ceiling like frozen teardrops. The desolate atmosphere only heightened the chill permeating her bones.

“Hurry, I’m going to die of hypothermia,” she snapped to her captor.

The man shot her a dark look as if annoyed she could speak and pulled a hidden stash of firewood from a hole in the cavern to toss in a blackened fire pit.

“Vacation home?” she quipped.

“You test me,” he warned.

with because he was pretty comfortable in the barren surroundings, yet seemed to have materials he needed to

cavern with dancing light and she reluctantly sought the heat when he gestured impatiently.

“Come, warm yourself, she-wolf.”

name,” she returned with a jutted jaw. “The least you can do is call me by my name. It’s

been more dismissive but she was going to freeze if she didn’t get some of that heat. Meeting his stare with a glare, she

told her to keep her mouth shut. She’d been kidnapped by a man who

but there was something gracefully dangerous about

was cropped short to his skull with military precision, possibly to soften the fact that he was almost too pretty for a man.

examine, he was breathtaking in a lethal, anti-hero way

was different from the others. As a

am not a werewolf,” he said, saving her the trouble. She gasped and recoiled, not

she

of a smile. “That’s because I am not human.” His smile faded. “And neither are you. Otherwise,

she lifted her chin and met his stare with open challenge. “I didn’t ask for any of this. Yesterday my biggest worry was my mid-term final. Today, I’m some kind of beast with a magical womb! And for the record, I took a vow of

work out for you?” he

it. So, if you’re not a werewolf, what are you? And why do you

a Breeding

with a hard one of his own. She shivered at what she read in

“Others, we simply