I searched the club carefully. Moonshine was decorated to resemble a forest; with fake hills, stones, and grass covering the warehouse floor, and realistic trees “planted” everywhere. A river rushed by on my right before plummeting over the edge to be collected in a rock basin below. Soft lights glinted in the tree branches below, but up on the balcony, they were turned off. That was stranger than the lack of VIP patrons. I had a feeling that Trevor's wolf was hunting, and he preferred to do it in the dark.
Was he even now watching me? Did he stand somewhere below me; waiting for the perfect moment to pounce? I slowed down and scanned the faces below me, but I didn't see Trevor among the throngs of thrashing bodies on the dance floor, or in the trees around the edges, or even behind the bar with our employees. There were only two places left where he could be; his office or the Wild Room.
I was just about to head downstairs when I felt the heat of a body behind me and caught a whiff of wolf musk on the air-conditioned breeze.
“Trevor,” I whispered.
A low, rumbling growl was my answer, but it wasn't a sound of warning; it was arousal. Blatant need. I closed my eyes, breathed in the pheromones rolling off him, and shivered. I could feel him getting closer. Four inches away. Two. Trevor leaned into me—his hands going to the railing on either side of me—and pressed his body against mine. His face settled into the curve of my neck, and he inhaled slowly. Deeply. I was pushed forward as Trevor's chest expanded into my back and his erection ground into my ass. I leaned back and lifted my face to look at him.
Trevor's eyes were glowing; bathing his face in golden light and making the hollows and dips seem more sinister. I wasn't too surprised by their appearance, but the ancient creature who peered out of them startled me. Had I said that I knew Trevor's wolf? I didn't know shit. This beast was primitive. Primal. Fucking potent. He was a step away from the giant wolves who'd once roamed the cold lands of the North. A step backward. I could see flickers of emotions in those eyes, but they were all basic; hunger, thirst, lust, and power. No, not power; domination. The beast was finally king, and he wasn't about to give up his crown.
“I knew you'd come,” the Wolf said. “I felt it here.” He lifted my hand and rubbed it over his sternum. “You want him back.”
“You are him,” I said as I turned around fully. “I want you back.”
The Wolf instantly pressed forward; crouching his body to fit his sex to mine. That feral growl came again as his eyes closed in sensual delight. He bent his head and rubbed his stubbled cheek against my face. Dear Gods, the pure sex that rolled off him was intoxicating. My head swam with it; I swayed. His scent was more wolf than man; the musk thicker than usual. It was invading my senses along with the rest of him. I couldn't get a breath that wasn't full of him, and I didn't want to. I closed my eyes and nestled against his chest. The pound of his heartbeat became another seduction. The tempo quickening just for me. But then, suddenly, he pushed away from me and melted back into the shadows; leaving me reeling from the loss of those addicting sensations.
Deeper and darker the Wolf went until I could barely see him; only his glowing eyes.
“You betrayed us,” he whispered.
I flinched. My heart plummeted and doubts rose to threaten my sanity again. But I was prepared for this. He'd thrown me off balance with his sensuality, but my resolve brought me quickly back to center. I shook off my doubts and stepped forward.
“No; I was tricked, as you were,” I said firmly. “We were both attacked.”
“I don't mean the demon-killer,” the Wolf rumbled. “I mean your other mates. You made promises that you broke. You hurt us.”
“Trevor,” I whispered. “I love you. You know that. You can feel it through our bond; feel our love. Remember it. I would never hurt you. What promises did I break?”
The Wolf leapt forward furiously, grabbed my hand, and yanked me back into the darkness with him. But as soon as I stood within the shadows, he let go as if I'd burned him. I stumbled but caught myself. With a lithe, lupine stride, the Wolf prowled around me; peering at me as if trying to sense every nuance of my soul. I stood still and let him look; hoping he was looking with more than his eyes.
“What is it that you want, Mate?” The Wolf asked finally. “Why are you here?”
“Why am I here?” I asked in shock. “You know why I'm here; you said it yourself. I want you back.”
“No; I said that you want him back,” he corrected me. “And you do, don't you? You want me to slink back into my cage and give you the weaker part of me.” He gripped my hair and pulled hard; wrenching my head back so he could snarl in my ear, “I will not let you unman us.”
“Trevor's not weak or unmanned. That's rich; coming from a wolf,” I snapped. “And you have never been in a cage. Don't think that I haven't noticed you there; lurking beneath the surface. Watching me through him. Just as
