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

the cavern with dancing light and she reluctantly sought the

“Come, warm yourself, she-wolf.”

returned with a jutted jaw. “The least you can

freeze if she didn’t get some of that heat. Meeting his stare with a glare, she scooted over to the fire,

a man who was strong enough to best two werewolves but didn’t smell like a

but there was something gracefully dangerous about the lines in his body that suggested sinewy strength and raw

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

didn’t want to examine, he was breathtaking

the others. As a test, she

the trouble. She gasped and recoiled, not quite

she asked.

smile. “That’s because I am not human.” His smile faded. “And neither

it louder for the people in the back,” she muttered, her cheeks flaming at the crass way he framed his statement but she lifted her chin and met his stare with open challenge. “I didn’t

that work out for

Time as Jandin called it. So, if you’re not a werewolf, what are you? And why

there’s a reason there’s not been a Breeding

He met her stare with a hard one of his own. She shivered at what she read in his

allowed without apology. “Others, we simply let