THE AWAKENING

Cassandra’s padded feet put miles between herself and the vile clan Barrachius’ Alpha, Ulster, but she couldn’t escape the waves of shuddering revulsion that rolled beneath her pale white fur. The crisp night air invigorated and cleansed even as her heart wept over what she’d done.

Oh, how she hated the Phase!

What demented higher power had put together their species and thought it would be great fun if the female of their kind fucked anything that walked when they were in the Phasing period of their cycle?

Cassandra wanted to howl the song in her heart that cried of shame and loathing and grief, but she had to keep moving.

If Ulster managed to catch her, she’d find no mercy — not that she’d ask for any — his rotten heart was incapable of compassion, only sadistic lust.

And she might’ve just conceived his child. She stumbled as the horrifying thought nearly sent her tumbling to the frost-bitten ground but she recovered and regained her speed.

She wouldn’t think of that. Not right now. Safety first. Everything else came second.

he’d never give up. Cassandra

obsessed with her birth mother. The fact that Cassandra was

Cassandra’s mother had run off and left

beautiful vampire Cristophe would be a welcome sight — but the bitter night gave no clue as to where she was, only her fear that Ulster wasn’t far behind pushed her to

her nose picked up a familiar scent

as if it were a physical thing, drifting on the cold night air as a light blue

picked up the illumination from the moon, bathing the landscape in a ghostly watery glow that mesmerized her savage

sharp chill barely permeated her thick coat and the rough terrain was no

hours ago she hadn’t even known of her

that she’d never owned a pet in her life and yet now someone might mistake her for one if they saw her running

the clearing and a large modern home of steel and thick glass rose before her,

the injured woman who’d been kind to