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Another loud bang sounded against the apartment door as if someone
rammed it repeatedly, trying to break it down.
More frightening and disturbing than the pounding, were the quiet
growls, slight chuffing noises, and almost silent scraping against the
wood that had awoken her from sleep.
Visions of eight-feet-tall Bigfoots and vicious-looking
weregorillas with razor-sharp fangs assaulted her. Terrified and
shaking, she did the only thing that made sense. She grabbed her cell
phone and hid.
Only two people had ever been there for her, protected her, and
cared for her unconditionally. Though she still didn t know what to
feel about them being some kind of freaky hybrid, preternatural
beasts, she had no choice but to trust them. So, she called Tate, and
prayed he would once again come to her rescue.
Another blow to the door had her scrunching down further in the
corner as tears streamed down her face, and her chest burned with the
effort to contain her sobs. Please hurry, she whispered over and
over, clutching her phone to her chest and rocking back and forth.
Suddenly, a loud howl sounded from somewhere in the night. She
heard the door downstairs crash open, and everything outside her own
door stopped. Heavy padded footsteps raced down the stairs, growing
fainter as they descended.
Ryah started to get to her feet, but a loud yelp, several vicious
barks, and a resounding howl froze her to the floor. She listened
intently, her body quaking when she heard more footsteps slowly
navigating the staircase.
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A soft knock came at the front door, and Ryah squeezed her eyes
closed, mumbling fervent prayers under her breath.
Ryah? Honey, come open the door. Damon s smooth voice
drifted to her, and Ryah didn t stop to think.
She scrambled to her feet, burst out of the closet, and flew across
the living room. She fumbled with the locks until they finally clicked
and wrenched open the door. Before anyone could speak, she
launched herself into Damon s arms, gripping the front of his shirt in
a white knuckled grip and sobbing into his muscled chest.
Werewolves, vampires, or Martians on the moon, she couldn t
stop loving them. She had tried, almost convinced herself to forget
them and move on. In the end, she had failed miserably.
Midge was right. They were still the same men she fell in love
with. No amount of mythological bullshit could change that. No one
would ever care for her the way these shifters did.
Damon swept her into his arms and carried her across the room to
the bed. He eased himself onto the mattress, holding her in his lap,
and rocked her like a baby. Shh, it s okay, Ryah. You re fine.
Tate moved to sit beside them, smoothing his fingers up and down
her spine. Hush now, love. No one can hurt you.
A week of anxiety, uncertainty, and emotional upheaval crashed
down on her like a tidal wave. Ryah reached for Tate with one arm,
winding it around his neck, and pulled him into their embrace. Her
other hand still gripped Damon s shirt, and she buried her face
between their throats and wailed like a newborn.
She found herself drawn to them in some way she couldn t
explain. Some deep-rooted, instinctual part of her soul yearned to be
near them, and despaired at the thought of separation. More than
sexual attraction, or even love, an overwhelming sense of belonging
seized her when these men were close.
What s wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? Her words
came out muffled and distorted as she continued to weep.
Let us take you home, baby. Damon nuzzled into her hair.
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We ll explain anything you want to know.
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Damon s heart thudded painfully inside his chest. What did he do?
Happy, angry, and horny he understood. Tears, however, scared the
hell out of him. He didn t have much experience with females,
especially human females. They were awfully emotional, bursting
into tears at the strangest times. The knowledge he had done
something to cause Ryah s tears only added to his distress.
Tate sat beside Ryah on the sofa, gathered her into his arms, and
stroked her hair softly.
Thank heaven for Tate. His mate just had a way about him that
soothed and calmed everyone around.
Why do I feel this way? Ryah repeated her question from the
apartment. Why do I feel like I can t really breathe unless I m with
you?
Shh, Ryah. It s okay. Tate spoke quietly against her hair. He
kissed the top of her head then pushed her away to look into her eyes.
How much did Midge explain to you?
Ryah cocked her head to the side and frowned. I guess
everything. She said you were Gava-somethings, which means you re
hybrids. You turn into wolves, and you drink blood.
Tate nodded slowly. Yes, though we can only drink from our
mates. If we take blood from anyone else, it would be like poison to
us.
Damon closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. That had been
cheery.
So& She looked back and forth between them. You two are
mated?
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