Gentry (Wolves of Winter's Edge Book 1) by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2016-11-09T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Asher’s howl lifted again, calling Gentry’s wolf from him. He grunted in pain as he pitched forward onto his hands and knees in the snow. What was happening to him?

Another thirty seconds in Winter’s Edge, and he would’ve Changed right in front of Blaire. Fucking Asher was forcing a Change, but he shouldn’t be able to.

Gentry’s bones snapped, and he gritted his teeth against the pain. At least he was far enough into the woods that the night shadows hid him from Blaire’s view. God, he didn’t want to do this.

Roman’s howl lifted into the air, but his tone drifted right over Gentry’s skin. The second Asher howled again, though, Gentry cried out as the wolf ripped from his body.

Wolf came out pissed and charging the woods. Asher and Roman were calling for war way too close to his mate. They had almost exposed him to her, and way too soon. Wolf wanted Blaire, but he had to be a patient hunter, or she would run. She would get scared and wouldn’t understand she belonged to Wolf. He would never hurt her. Only protect her. Even from his own brothers.

He was going to bleed Asher for pulling that shit, and Roman for helping. Logic tried to keep quiet with his dislike for his brothers, but Wolf didn’t have those hang-ups. He hated them, therefore he would hurt them.

He sprinted through the fresh snow. He could smell them, scents that would never leave him. He’d grown up with them, would know them anywhere. Did they even remember him? Had they even cared when they left? Had they even thought about how destroyed he’d been when they’d turned their disdain on him and cut him off? Cut him out? Fuck them both.

Asher came charging out of the shadows, a beast of a wolf, thick-furred and black as tar. He was bigger than Gentry remembered, but it had been a long-ass time since he’d seen his brothers. Gentry was bigger now, too, and trained for this kind of brawl.

Neither of them slowed. They just clashed like two storms. Asher was a ripper now, a reaper, a titan fueled by bad blood, but Gentry had fury on his side. The fear in Blaire’s eyes flashed through his mind as he sank his teeth into Asher’s shoulder and jerked his powerful neck. When warmth sprayed across his face, he grew drunk with satisfaction. Bloodlust did that. Hatred did that.

Pain blasted through his backend when Roman joined the battle. The baby of the family wasn’t a baby anymore. He wasn’t some lanky pup. He was a monster, the same size as Gentry with gold eyes. His wolf was like the werewolves of legend. Blood-splattered teeth, hate in his glowing eyes, muzzle snarled up, the promise of death written all over his face. Good. Wolf wouldn’t have to mourn when he killed him.

He spun and lunged at Roman’s front paw, caught it in a blur, and snapped the bone with a hard bite. The yelp of pain echoed through the clearing, and with the sound came a tornado.

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