A war is brewing between the werewolf packs. In an attempt to save his sister,
Emily, from being used as a breeder, Devon Harris flees his home with his sister,
her boyfriend Marcus, and their brother Vincent, seeking refuge at his Uncle Rick's
ranch. There he meets the fiery human Lark. In the midst of a war, does he dare let
himself fall for her?
Lark Davies has been the sole provider for herself and sister since her parents died
in an accident three years ago. Rick Harris has been like a second father to her.
When his nephew comes to town, sparks immediately begin to fly as Lark finds
herself drawn even further into the werewolf world.
Lark opened her eyes, taking in the pitch black hotel room, illuminated only by the
moonlight. Sweat beaded around her neck and brow. Hair stuck to the nape of her
neck. She sat up and looked around at the barely visible furniture. Movement by
the window caught her eye.
Devon stood at the window arms crossed over his chest. His broad shoulders
accented by the bright white of the moon. Lark stared at the fine plains of his bare
back. She licked her lips taking him all in. Her body shuddered recalling the way
he’d felt pressed against her - the way his lips had caressed hers a day ago.
Lark blinked the images away. Thankful for the darkness that hid the heat
creeping across her face. Her throat parched, she pushed the covers back to get a
drink of water from the sink.
The cool water alleviated some of the heat, and glided down her parched throat.
She pushed the wet strands out of her face and walked to the window. Devon
hadn’t moved. Preston and the three other guys lay sound asleep on the floor.
They’d been kind enough to give her the only bed.
“Do you not sleep?” Lark joined him at the window. Her eyes glued to the door
across the street. To think, her sister was in that room. Lark wondered if Sarah was
okay. Was she sleeping? In pain? Would they hurt her? The list went on and on.
“It’s my turn to keep watch. Daniel said they wouldn’t leave till morning, but
I don’t want to risk it.” Devon looked over at her for a moment his eyes slipped
down to take in her plaid pants before he turned back to the window.
She’d gone with Preston to the store earlier to pick up a few things. They’d both
needed the distraction. She normally slept in boy-shorts, but after her run in with
Devon the other morning, and considering she was sharing a room with five guys,
she had thought better.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you guys were keeping watch. I can keep a look out if you
want to rest.”
“It’s okay. Preston will take over in another half hour.” Devon shrugged. “I’m
used to the late nights; it’s actually been a little bit of shell shock to get used to
days. As an EMT I worked the twelve hour night shift. Most incidents happen at
night, you get used to being up all night. My nights off I usually spent out too.
Vincent likes to party. I went along for something to do and keep him out of
“I can see that about Vincent. I bet you’ve seen some interesting things on your
Devon smiled, the moonlight lit his hazel eyes. “People never cease to amaze
you. I’ve seen the traumatic to the dramatic.”
Lark laughed. “I can imagine. You see stories on the news every so often, where
someone calls 911 for a cheeseburger, or something ridiculous like that.”
“Those are the people who don’t understand the absorbent bill they get in the
mail for our services either,” Devon chuckled.
The smile lit his entire face. It gave her a rare glimpse of him. Lark wondered
what had happened in his past to make him so distant. Slowly, he seemed to be
opening up to her. She hoped he continued to do so.
“I’m sure you get interesting characters in The Cookie Jar.”
“Yeah, about half my customers are regulars. It’s kind of nice getting to talk
to everyone. You’d be amazed what people tell you though. I’ve heard so many
things that I really didn’t want to know.” Lark placed her hands on the windowsill,
leaning forward. She peered out the sheer curtains.
Her thoughts drifted back to Sarah and Emily; at least they had each other.
“They won’t hurt her.”
Lark looked up at him surprised, taking a moment to register his words. She
nodded and sighed, eyes darting back to the door across the street. The street
seemed to stretch endlessly. It felt like miles separated them instead of mere feet.
She would feel better once she could hold Sarah in her arms again.
“Have you ever thought about becoming a doctor or a nurse? You know taking
your training to the next level?” Lark needed a distraction and she was curious
“My bedside manner sucks.”
Lark met his smile. “But would you?”
Devon leaned forward before rocking back on his heels. “I don’t know. I never
really thought about it.”
Lark nodded. “I always enjoyed baking. I never in my life thought I’d own my
own bakery. But I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.”
“I do like the blueberry muffins.”
“You guys do seem to have a sweet tooth. Well, actually, I’ve noticed you guys
eat just about anything.”
Devon laughed. “It’s our metabolism. Especially when we shift a lot; it makes us
“I can tell.” Lark looked over at him. “Do you do it often? Shift I mean?”
“I try to once a day; some days, like when I worked, I couldn’t. The wolf is
a part of who we are. Shifting is important for our mental well being. As a rule,
we try to shift three to four times a week. The only exception is when women are
pregnant. The shift is harmful to the fetus since the body transforms from a human
into a wolf.”
“Does it hurt when you change?” Lark couldn’t stop herself from asking.
“It’s a pleasure pain.”
“I imagine it’s exhilarating.”
“You really are genuinely interested aren’t you?” Devon turned to her eyes
locked on hers.
Lark swallowed at the intensity of his gaze and lowered her eyes to the floor.
“I…I’m not trying to be rude.”
“I know.” Devon’s fingers grazed her chin, tilting it back up. “I’ve never met
someone who’s been so understanding - who’s wanted to learn more.”
His thumb cupped her chin softly eyes glued to hers. She licked her lips in
Slowly his face inched toward hers, their breath mingled. Her heart raced, and
body scorched with arousal. His woodsy scent filled her nostrils. Eyes closed, his
lips grazed against hers. Devon’s stubble scratched her chin; his lips so soft against
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