Bite, My Love
to take you to my home so you
could murder the rest of my family?”
    “ Nej. No, no. None of this was planned.” Face creasing; he
moves to hold me, hands reaching. “I don’t know what this is. I
tried to tell you–”
    “ Don’t touch me.” I wrench myself back. “You never get to
touch me.”
    His
fingers curl in the empty space. “I didn’t ask for this. I told you
to leave me.”
    My hand
digs into my throat and I swallow down bile. Pulling it all back, I
do what has to be done. “Leave.”
    “ Harmony.”
    “ Leave .” Shoulders huddled I turn
from him. “Come here again and we’ll kill you.”
    He just
stands there, but I don’t wait to hear another word, or wait to see
what he’ll do.
    I can’t
hear him leaving so I move, walking quickly. I sob. Speed up and
stumble without looking back. As fast as I can, I run from him,
until my lungs are bursting and my limbs burning. It’s surreal,
like drowning. Suffocating. The truth is a noose and it’s getting
tighter.
    Time is
irrelevant, and coming to an awkward stop on the threshold of my
home has me starting, and looking around with round
eyes.
    The grey
brick looms over me, austere in the night sky.
    Shivering, I stare at the house that has been my home and
prison for so long.
    The
Vampire has become a monumental complication in my depressing life
rather than a way out of this place. I should alert my Alpha.
Besides, telling my Pack about him would be alleviating myself of a
nightmare and potential reprimand.
    Isn’t
it?
    What if
Daniel kills again and I could have stopped it by being
honest?
    I’m going to do this? I am going to destroy the Vampire?
Kill my mate . The
murderer who stole life from my cousin, and offered no explanation, showed
no remorse. But he’s mine . Why would my wolf choose him
if he wasn’t the best choice for me?
    Instead
of surging forward, I peer around and see no one about. My nose
scents everyone is still at the back of the house.
    I back
away quickly.
    Reaching
the tree line, I breathe easier. I rub my eyes and push back my
hair, unsure of what to do next. My family are in the backyard and
won’t have scented me yet as I’m downwind. I have few precious
moments to decide what I’m doing.
    The
person trying to get my attention grabs my shoulder and gives a
little shake.
    “ Harmony?” Aaron repeats alarm clouding his face as it blocks
my view of the house.
    A little
taller than me, his green eyes are concerned and his square face
curious. He sniffs. He blinks rapidly, plaintive, uncomprehending.
Aaron grips my shoulder tighter and sniffs deeper. His eyes widen
when he places the scent of arousal and Vampire. His eyes demand
answers but I stare back dumbly.
    I have
loads of answers, but can I open my mouth to utter even one? I’m
still on lockdown.
    Aaron swears, and grabs my arm to drag me away from the house
back into the trees. After a minute of his brisk, no-nonsense pace,
he lets go and gets in my face. “You reek of one of them and
sex.”
    “ There was no sex,” I mutter, staring at nothing, wondering
why there was no sex. I’d heard stories of mates going into a
mating frenzy when they found each other.
    The
Vampire hadn’t seemed all that frenzied.
    Has my
wolf had latched onto a creature lacking the ability or desire to
bond and care like I can?
    Mating’s
don’t always end in love, but most do see the couples well matched
and happy.
    Aaron
claps his hands in front of my face. “Never thought I’d see the day
when I’d have to force words from you. Explain or I’m getting our
Beta.”
    That
yanks me out of it. My head snaps up at the thought of the over
muscled wolf bearing down on me.
    Right now
Aaron is about as much as I can take.
    “ I found one. A Vampire. Um, you know the hunting grounds to
the West where I like to run? A few miles from the boundary line.”
My lips tremble at the confession. Good for the soul, I’ve been
told. My knees wobble as adrenaline gushes through me, delayed

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