Heart Of The Wolf (Eye Of The Storm #3) by Dianna Hardy

Author:Dianna Hardy
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: erotic, dark fantasy, werewolf, werewolves, breeding, shapeshifters, lightning, shifter romance, thunderstorms
Publisher: Bitten Fruit Books / Satin Smoke Press

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“Drink,” commanded a female voice in the Egyptian tongue. He might be rusty with his native language, but he still understood basic words.

Amil wrinkled his nose in disgust. “That smells foul,” he choked out, as he opened his eyes, that god-awful stench hurtling him into consciousness far quicker than he'd like for all the bruises he could still feel on his person. Tridents usually healed faster than this.

“It's tea.”

“Not any tea I know.”

He'd been brought indoors while he'd been knocked out. This place looked like the insides of one of those temple ruins he'd seen before climbing down the well, except this temple – if that's what it was – wasn't ruined. It looked as good as new.

He eyed his visitor carefully from the stone wall he was currently propped up against. “Who are you?”

She bowed at the waist, balancing his mug of 'tea' in both hands. “I am Aahmas. I am a servant of Sekhmet. You may call me servant.”

“I'll call you Aahmas.”

She frowned. “My status does not allow—”

“Does she treat you well?”

“Oh, yes, the Goddess is—”

“I'm talking about my mother. Last time I checked, she wasn't a deity.”

Aahmas' eyes widened with alarm. “She who represents the Goddess, embodies the Goddess.”

So, they did know who he was.

“Her name is Salihah.”

Now she looked like she might faint from terror. “Dear Sekhmet, forgive me,” she whispered in a rushed prayer, never taking her eyes off him, maybe in case he killed her with his words. “I would rip my own ears from my head before hearing another falsehood against you.”

Oh, good grief…

He reined in his contempt. It wasn't this woman's fault, but she was the epitome – the result – of everything he had come to despise about his mother. He had nothing against religion or faith – not in the slightest – but following it blindly got you blind. “Relax, Aahmas…” And she muttered another prayer under her breath at his use of her name. So he did it again. “Aahmas, fear not. I shall not be calling her Salihah – I shall be calling her mother. Speaking of which, where is the Vociferous One?”

Hell, that one sent her stumbling backwards in a panic. She dropped the mug in shock, looking on in horror as it crashed into pieces on the stone floor, that puke-coloured, wretched-smelling liquid spilling all over it.

That's when he caught the scent. Only just a trace that he might never have noticed it at all were it not for her dropping the mug and sending the brew's aroma seeping into the room more strongly.

His face grew hot with rage, and the Trident in him surfaced in attack. He struggled to keep his human form. “Datura?” he growled out.

Aahmas stood frozen to the spot; petite, afraid … prey.

Amil lunged at her, pinning her to the far wall with his hands around her neck in two seconds flat.

Her struggling gasps brought his cock to life, a surge of power running through him.

“Datura? Trying to poison me? Now tell

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