Page 41 of Bad Blood Wolf

Flynn put one hand briefly on her neck before turning and walking into the house, his shoulders slumped as if all the adrenalin had left him. “Be careful out there.”

Sloan knelt down, grabbed the back of her neck, and rubbed the side of his face up against hers in a catlike gesture of affection. Jasmin was stunned. He’d never done that before.

Then he picked up her clothes and her weapon and headed for her shed.

Chest aching, Jasmin ran for the woods, trying to leave her heart behind.

Hours later, Brody sat in his car in a trailer park at the edge of town. His head felt like someone was pounding a spike through it.

Every time he came to see her, it was worse. Being around her did something to him. It dredged up the monster that had been locked away inside him for so long, and it was getting harder and harder to keep that door closed.

One day soon it would fail altogether.

The only thing that would stop it was for him to stop coming here. Stop seeing her. But how could he do that?

She needed him.

The pain spiked through him again, and a harsh growl ripped from his throat.

Hand shaking, he stabbed the syringe into his arm and pushed the plunger. Heat surged through him, and then an icy rush like a winter waterfall.

And then sweet, sweet relief.