Masked by Danger (Hunted Mates Book 2) by Christa Wick & C.M. Wick

Author:Christa Wick & C.M. Wick [Wick, Christa & Wick, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: One lost mate…
Published: 2021-08-29T18:30:00+00:00

Excruciating pain surged through her body as Iris released her hold on the now shrieking cub thrashing around on her lap.

She tried to detach from the boy's mind, but her thoughts felt too heavily sedated to manage the feat.

She realized then her entire body had stopped taking orders from her brain as well, rendering her unable to let go of Oscar has he twisted and flailed in her arms.

Heavy-limbed, helpless, she watched a swift, violent change overtake his small form as he shifted to his wolf form for the first time.

His arms and legs lengthened, his nails sharpening to claws, his teeth to fangs. Hair sprouted along the snout that had replaced his nose.

Howling, Oscar swiped at her face just as Denver scooped the cub up.

Sharp, stabbing pain immediately sliced through the haze, but Iris still couldn't control her movements or her mind. She had ventured too deep into Oscar's consciousness, detaching from her own so thoroughly, her body was slow to recover and reconnect to her own psyche.

Her lips moved with the boy's as he screamed out, still trapped in his memory, his small, sharp-tipped fists pummeling the big wolf's chest.

“No, no, no! You're not my daddy!"

A new, blistering hot burst of pain cut Iris's connection with the cub then as her body began rejecting the silver jewelry embedded in her skin.

Flesh separated to push out the silver, her nipples splitting. Further down, between her thighs, pure, gruesome agony engulfed her.

She dropped onto the floor. Cade shot over to catch her and cushion her fall.

Immediately, Esme swarmed in front of Iris, the witch's attention pulled in two directions at once as Oscar continued to scream and thrash in Denver's hold while Iris howled in pain.

Next to Esme, an arm nearly struck her. The limb, covered in fur the color of iron left to rust, and dark purple paint at the tip of its sharp claws, took another swing at the witch.

The blow again didn’t land, because Cade was now restraining her wrist.

Her wrist.

Iris could feel Cade squeezing her hand, restraining her without hurting her, his voice and all his energy directed at her. "Calm your wolf, baby," he urged. "Feel me, let my wolf guide you."

She wanted to obey, but couldn’t. She continued to struggle against both Cade and Esme, physically and mentally.

Her field of vision shrank away.

Seconds passed as all the voices in the room coalesced into a single buzzing drone, save one. Oscar's shrieks was the only one that had yet to fade. They chased her down the black hole she was falling in, both her mind and body swiftly shutting down, stealing her from her surroundings.

“No! I don't want you to be my daddy!" screeched Oscar, the terror in his voice shattering her heart.

One final memory from Oscar came to her on the tail end of his scream.

The Bogeyman insisted all the boys call him father.

And with that final, horrifying thought, she crumpled to a limp, unconscious heap.

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