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If the blackened tint is anything to go by, my entire body is covered in third-degree burns. The pain is excruciating, but I manage to pull myself out of the wretched foliage. Ducking behind a nearby car to shield my eyes, I catch a glimpse of myself and wince. At least Ginger is not able to see me right now. I look like a naked and hairless, over-baked demon. Or a pig at a luau left over the fire for just a bit too long.
I’ll stick with the demon analogy. That sounds sexier.
When I peek through the side window of the car, I see a feminine-shaped light show moving in the opposite direction. Right through the middle of town.
You know… right where all the humans live.
As much as I want to follow Ginger, I don’t think it’s the smartest move right now. Especially given the fact that getting too close could be deadly. No, I shift my focus and begin moving through the small bits of shadow I can find. It’s slow going, but I need to get to the dire wolf compound.
Finding Ginger’s best friend may be the key to all of this. To finding my family. To finding who is behind this. And most importantly, to finding what in the ever-loving fuck has happened to my mate.
I just hope the Gods are watching over Ginger as she works her way through a small town that is about to do a whole lot of waking up, really fast.
Although, with the magnitude of her power, it’s most likely the Gods sent Ginger themselves.
It’s not every day that a guy can claim his mate may actually be a Goddess.
That thought has me pulling up fast. Mates are supposed to balance one another. One’s weaknesses are the other's strengths and vice versa. But my abilities pale in comparison to Ginger’s… whatever this is.
So where does that leave me?
Can I even truly be Ginger’s mate?
Epilogue
No Pussy is Worth This
What in the actual fuck is this?
One minute I was deep-diving in some pixie pussy—tastes like cotton candy in case you were wondering—and the next, I’m waking up naked in a cage.
Now I am down for some insanely kinky shit. As in I will pretty much try anything once. But this? A fucking cage?
My wolf snarls and I keep fluctuating through a half-shift. My fur busts through my human-ish skin, only to recede again. It happens more times than I care to count before my wolf finally settles down.
Great. Not just a cage. A magicked cage.
I plop my naked ass on the cold cement floor and try to look around.
There isn’t much to see though. It really just looks like a basement. Oh, whoever did this is going to fucking pay.
“So Alexis, does Ginger even know that you’re in love with her?”
A woman walks down a pair of rickety steps. She looks familiar, but I can’t quite place her. Still, something at the back of my mind tickles with recognition.
“Who the fuck are you?”
She laughs.
This bitch fucking laughs. Wow, and I thought I was unhinged. I don’t think I could stare down my reaper and laugh like that, yet here she is. Laughing in my fucking face.
I’m going to rip her to pieces.
“Oh, Alexis. We are going to have so much fun together.”
When she grabs a stick off the wall and pushes a button producing a tiny bolt at the tip, I snarl. This is most definitely not going to be fun.
I suddenly regret ever going home with that pixie and I think I may be forever ruined for cotton candy.
And that fact just makes me even angrier.
Alright, psycho bitch. Let’s dance.
