Last Wolf Standing. Rhyannon Byrd

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      Michaela leaned forward, her slender hands clasped together atop her skirt-covered knees. “You did the right thing coming to us, chère. And there’s no such thing as the impossible. You should know that by now.”

      A shaky wave of relief surged through Torrance, piercing and sweet. “You believe me?”

      Sitting beside his sister, Max gave her a reassuring nod that sent a lock of his dark hair falling over his brow, his caring blue gaze urging her to relax. “Of course we do, Torry. You’re like family to us. And family sticks together, no matter what.”

      “But…werewolves? It’s like something out of one of those horrible movies.” Movies that had scared the pants off her when she was little—lingering images and remembered flashes of sound that still had the power to affect her to this day. Had she sensed, subconsciously, the truth behind the Hollywood theatrics? Had she known, deep down, that the monsters really were hiding in the shadows?

      Beyond the windows and walls of the house, the bitter autumn wind howled with fury, setting her on edge, to the point she feared she would crack. She clenched her teeth together to keep them from chattering, hoping she could hold it together for just a little bit longer.

      “Torry,” Mic said gently, cutting into her unsettling thoughts. “You know about our life…about where we come from. The bayou is riddled with tales about vampires and werewolves, ghosts and cat people.” Michaela’s rouged mouth curved in a wry smile. “The way we were raised, there isn’t much Max and I don’t believe in. Sometimes you just have to open your mind to the possibilities of things you can’t explain.”

      Setting her rattling cup on the small table in front of her, Torrance ran her damp palms over her jeans. “I wish it was that easy. And most of those things I could handle. You know that. Anything but werewolves.” Wrapping her arms around her middle, she rocked back and forth, shivering despite the warm air filtering into the cozy room from overhead vents. “God, I’ll never be able to just live a normal life after this.”

      “You’re not alone, Torry. Max and I aren’t going to abandon you.”

      An ornate grandfather clock began chiming in the far corner of the room, signaling the hour. Realizing the time, Torrance cast a questioning glance at Max. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work right now?”

      He shook his head, a small grin playing at the corner of his mouth. “Naw. I’ve got the night off, remember? Good thing, too, because now I can keep an eye on things around here.”

      “Oh, God,” Torrance groaned, shutting her eyes as a wrenching thought suddenly sliced its way through her brain, battering past her fear. What the hell had she been thinking? She couldn’t stay here! If Simmons could find her one time, he could find her again. She was putting both of her closest friends’ lives in danger by coming to them for help. Why hadn’t she realized that when she’d run to them?

      Why? Because you weren’t thinking, you brainless, stupid, terrified little idiot!

      “What? What’s wrong?” Mic asked.

      Feeling sick inside, Torrance opened her eyes. “I just realized how stupid it was to come to you. I wasn’t thinking straight, and now I’ve put you both in danger. What if he tracks me here?”

      “I’d like to see him try,” Max growled, making her blink in startled surprise. It seemed that just yesterday Max had been graduating from high school, but the boy sitting across from her had somehow grown up and become a man without her noticing. One who was tall and broad and lean with muscle. One who looked as if he could handle himself, and would relish the opportunity to get his hands on Simmons. Of course, Torrance wasn’t about to let it happen.

      She knew she needed to leave, and told them so, but the Doucets weren’t having it.

      “I don’t want to hear another word about it,” Michaela ordered, her chin set at that stubborn angle that meant she’d made up her mind and was done listening to arguments. She stood and took the empty teacups into the kitchen, then came back a moment later with a glass of water and two small blue pills on a napkin. “You’re staying right here. Now come on and let’s get you set up in the guest room. You look like you’re about to keel over from exhaustion.”

      After ten minutes of arguing, and another ten minutes of getting settled in, Torrance found herself standing under a hot, steady stream of water in the guest bathroom. The air was heavy with steam while she let the soothing heat run over her body, washing away the grime of the day, if not the strain. But the sedatives Michaela had insisted she swallow were helping with that, easing the tension as a smooth warmth poured through her veins, relaxing her muscles. Leaning her head forward, the water spilling over her neck and shoulders, Torrance finally admitted to the other, more disturbing reason she had run from her apartment. The one she had refused to think about, until now.

      She’d wanted to stay with him.

      It seemed illogical, impossible, considering the sheer force of her terror, but the desire to go with Mason Dillinger had been frighteningly strong. The very depth of her extraordinary reaction to him had sent her running even more than the panic over what he was—and God only knew that she was terrified by the idea of what he could…become. She’d seen those lethal claws firsthand, and knew exactly what they were capable of.

      You’re losing it, woman, she thought, lifting her face to the spray. Completely losing it.

      There was no other explanation, because even knowing what he was…Torrance still wanted him.

      Hidden within the murky black shadows of the night, Mason rested his back against the rough bark of a giant elm tree and took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, searching for the scent of Simmons. His keen eyesight zeroed in on the picturesque house before him—the same house he’d been watching ever since Pallaton had called him with the address, after following Torrance from Michaela’s Muse. The quaint two-story sat at the end of a secluded, tree-lined street in an older, historic neighborhood of the city of Covington, surrounded by dense forest on three sides.

      On the surface Mason remained cool and calm, focused on watching the house to ensure she stayed safe—but on the inside, he still burned with a cold, relentless fury.

      He couldn’t believe she’d run out on him. Again.

      When he discovered that she’d escaped through the bathroom window, they’d taken off after her on foot, until Pallaton had called him and said she’d shown up back at Michaela’s Muse. Shortly after that they left the shop, and the Runners had followed her here to her friend’s house. He and Jeremy had parked the Tahoe several blocks away, then cut across the woods, until coming up on the back of the house. Then they’d planted themselves just within the cover of the forest and settled in for a long, cold night. Around them the wind surged, brutal and raw, while heavy storm clouds all but blanketed the glow of the moon, lending an ominous atmosphere to accompany his already crappy mood.

      “Man, she’s good,” Jeremy drawled, leaning his shoulder against a nearby tree. The blond whistled softly under his breath as they watched Torrance’s silhouette pass a second-story window in what was probably a guest bedroom. “There she is, all snuggly and warm in the house, while we’re out here freezing our asses off.”

      “I still can’t believe she tried to ditch me,” Mason grunted, lighting a new cigarette and taking a long drag, welcoming the burn of the smoke in his lungs, its acrid scent filling his nose. Yeah, he was pissed at her for

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