Love and Werewolves by Cate Farren

Author:Cate Farren [Farren, Cate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Alanna felt like the whole world was crowding in on her. One minute she was on her own, and now she had two werewolves and a human who was coming to visit. It was a little overwhelming, even if a portion of her was excited to be a part of the community again.

I’m going to learn more about Desdemona.

She felt so close to her goal she could almost taste it. It terrified and thrilled her in equal measure.

What am I doing making dinner? I should be down in the mine, digging, digging.

I am so sick of digging.

She fanged out, her anger and frustration making her crave blood and mayhem. The mine had been her life for so long now. She even dreamed of its rocky, dusty interior.

She heard the scraping of a shovel outside. She smiled, knowing Valko was busy. Their prisoner was unguarded. Just a sip of his blood would make her feel alive. She wouldn’t kill him.

Alanna turned from the stove and stalked to the door to the barn. She put her hand on the knob, trembling. She hadn’t tasted proper blood in such a long time. It called to her.

Valko would see me as a monster if I attacked Coy.

She shrugged her shoulders. He was leaving her anyway. What did it matter? He couldn’t be with her. She couldn’t be with him. She might as well give him another excuse to leave.

Coy’s blood smells so damn good. I could drain him dry. Valko hates him anyway. He might even like seeing the traitor die.

She grinned and opened the door. When she saw the frail old man, tied up, beaten, hopeless, she closed the door on him. She sank down against the door, twisted her hands, bit her tongue, and tasted her own blood seep down her throat.

“I’m a monster,” she whispered.

Her father had been right to despise her. The sheriff had been right to exile her. She was a monster.

“Alanna?”

She looked up to see Valko standing before her. When had he come in?

“What’s happened?” he asked as he knelt beside her. He took her hand to stop her from shaking. “Talk to me.”

“I almost killed your friend,” she whispered.

“He’s not my friend,” Valko insisted.

“I thought I’d gotten over my bloodlust. I thought it was behind me. But one sniff of a werewolf’s blood, and I was back to being the murderous bitch I was when I was exiled.”

He held her hands close to his face, and kissed her knuckles.

“He’s not dead,” he insisted. “You fought through it.”

“Soon this will all be over,” she said. “Soon I won’t have to suffer through this ever again.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused.

She smiled and pulled her hands away from him. His touch was just too beautiful.

“Dinner will ready soon,” she announced as she stood up and headed back to the stove. Composed. Stable. “Set the table.”

***

Alanna opened the door with the widest smile she could summon. Adrian walked towards the house along the path that Valko had dug through the snow.

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