My thoughts raced as I put pieces together. Had the entire thing, from the beginning, been a trick? It had to be, didn’t it? Ben had hired Ava and told her to come to West Virginia. If I hadn’t come they would have taken her from me. Stolen her in the woods when she was defenseless.
Had he hired Loren to grab her?
“What do you want with her?” I growled loudly. I was struggling to contain myself as a human. My teeth and fingers kept flashing in and out of their true form. My mate was in danger. These people had fucking kidnapped us and I hadn’t even noticed.
Anger thrummed in my blood. I bent over and my hair fell over my face. I pressed my shifted hands to my shifted face, hiding myself. My body shook as I tried to control myself but I was so fucking angry.
“Ava is never leaving here, Caspian. She’s mine now and—” I jerked my face up and hissed loudly through my razor-sharp teeth. Ben’s eyes widened on my teeth, his face drained of color, and he leaned back.
“Oh,” he said in surprise as I surged forward.
“I’m going to rip the skin from your face,” I growled, racing towards him. The other two men jumped on my back and we all went down to the floor. I clawed at the ground, my talons leaving deep gashes as I struggled to get out from beneath them. One tased me again and I roared in pain.
Finally, I turned enough to wrap my arm around the one tasing me. He dropped his taser and his eyes widened as I pulled him towards my teeth. I sunk them into his neck and iron coated my tongue. My jaw clenched down and my teeth sunk further in.
“Knock him out!” Ben yelled in a rage and something hard hit my head at the same time another taser slammed into my side.
15
“Calm down, it’s okay,” Brandon said in concern. How could I calm down though? Makwa had said something to Caspian directly. He’d used my body, talked with my mouth,andI didn’t know what he had told him!
“Caspian said we’re leaving after the phone call. He’s going to be back soon.”
“Something is happening. Something bad,” I insisted.
Pollux had been throwing pieces of cut melon in his mouth while watching me freak out but now he got off the couch and walked over. His red eyes burned into mine and his feelers stood up straight, swirling around in tight circles. He frowned and reached past us to the door.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he flung the door open. He stood in front of the open door with his feather-like feelers gently moving. Finally, he reached forward and closed the door back. He began signing to Brandon who frowned.
“What is he saying?” I asked, frustrated I didn’t know.
“He smells death.”
“Someone’s dead?” I asked anxiously but Brandon shook his head.
“No, not yet. He… smells? Senses? Disaster,” Brandon said with stilted speech as he translated.
“What does that mean?” I asked in frustration. I shook my head and turned away, heading towards the big bedroom I stayed in last night. I couldn’t talk about disasters right now. Everything was going wrong. I was possessed by a ghost that could take me over. The people here were acting weird.
What did Makwa say to Caspian and why did Ben take Caspian off alone? Nothing was making sense. I needed Caspian back. I needed to know he was okay. I needed to know I wasn’t about to be taken over by Makwa.
I pushed into the bedroom and a moment later Pollux followed, closing the door behind him. I flung myself on the bed and buried my face in the pillows. The bed dipped and I looked up to see Pollux holding his journal out to me.
“What’s wrong?” He had scribbled hurriedly. I shook my head. He looked dejected that I wouldn’t talk.
Mothman watched me curl into the bed as he towered over it. After a moment, his long fingers began slipping the buttons loose on his leather jacket. My arms wrapped around the pillow and squeezed as he worked all the buttons open methodically, taking his time. He was finally showing me all of him. Was he doing this because I wouldn’t open up and talk? Sharing, so I would share? Whatever the case, I was quietly nervous about what he was going to reveal.
He pulled his jacket open and began slipping it off his shoulders. An expanse of black fur was in front of me. His shoulders and chest were exceptionally wide, with a thick mane of fur. He had a surprisingly thin waist and tapered hips covered by a sleek fur coat.
His large red eyes watched me as he reached down to his pants, flicking the button open. He took a moment to kick off his boots and then pulled his pants down.
The fur started to thin out around where his belly button would beifhe had one. Around his cock was a patch of bare, black skin. His cock hung down furry thighs—thick and long. It was soft but even then I could see its shape. It looked more like a part of a tree, not perfectly straight or smooth, but a little twisted and bumpy. He took a deep breath and I looked away, my face feeling hot. I’d been looking at his cock non-stop for what seemed like a full minute, my mind running wild with what it would feel like. Would it be hard to take? Would it feel good? Would it feel like a struggle to work it inside me?
Once my eyes met his red ones, he began to take small steps away from the bed. I looked at him in confusion and began to sit up. I realized he was stepping back to show me himself fully. My eyebrows raised slightly as I took in his legs. They weren’t shaped like human ones.
His thighs were thick and strong, covered in fluffy dark fur I wanted to run my fingers through. His knees were bent and didn’t look as if it could fully be straightened. Below the knee, his calves were thin, little more than bone and sinew and barely had any fur. His feet were more like a bird’s, with grasping black claws.
My eyes swept over him as he stood tall. The fur, his wide chest and shoulders, his thin waist and hips. His bent legs and clawed feet. His head too. It was just two glowing round eyes, two feelers, a wide mouth, and a bunch of fur.
