Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(6)
“It wasn’t me. It happened when he killed his brother and triggered the curse.” Zana said.
She didn’t like wasting time. They should have been gone already.
They needed to get back to the watchers tower before he found them – found the true alpha.
But she thought that getting the wolf’s friends to just let them go might have been an uphill battle, but one that she could mitigate if she explained just enough…
George’s beast was on full alert. He watched for the slightest movement that would indicate that they were going to attack…
He’d kill the both of them if they took just one more step.
Zana moved, one small step at a time towards the wolf. She wore the talisman – in theory – she should be protected.
The wolf was only going to become more and more feral if the watchers didn’t do what they did best and spell the beast. The man had a challenger to meet, a curse to defeat, and he needed to do it soon…
“Why am I not liking the damn sound of this?” Landon asked.
Zana took another step, and another.
It was as if the wolf didn’t care where she was or what she was doing – it was intent on the two alpha shifters…
She reasoned that the true alpha saw them as competition. Maybe, a threat that needed to be neutralised … she could live with that if it got her what she wanted.
Him…
Zana reached out her hand and the instant her fingertips touched the fur of the beast she felt the talisman burn against her flesh…
Zana’s dropped the sword from her hand and reached up to tear the zipper down on her leather jacket. Her flesh was burning white hot and she bit down on the pain with a grunt…
George’s wolf snapped its head around on its neck at the sound of the grunt of pain that came from the witch. His eyes narrowed on her as she reached for what hung on a chain between her breasts, and she ripped it from around her neck…
Zana would normally have flung the item down on the ground – glad for it to be away from her, but she could smell her own flesh had been burnt, and as she held out the talisman, dangling on the chain in mid-air – George’s wolf tossed his head back on his neck and roared…
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“That’s not good…” Connor said, twisting his head on his neck and listening to the sound of the roar from outside the castle.
“No shit, Sherlock …” Vicky tossed up a hand towards the book as it continued to flick the pages – but, that very moment, it stopped…
“Wolf howl…” Connor said.
“I think we’ve got more problems to worry about than that,” Vicky informed him, eyeing the open pages and the depiction that had been drawn there…
Connor turned to look at the book and his eyebrows shot up on his forehead…
“No – damn – way…” Connor bit out.
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George’s beast was mesmerised by the talisman as it swung on the chain in her clenched fist. The wolf grumbled a deep sound within his chest that seemed to get wedged in his throat.
Zana watched as he shifted back into his human form. He was impressive as a wolf, and even more so as a man.
Taller than her by at least a foot. His shoulders spanned wide and were well rounded at the top of his arms with muscles. Biceps that she didn’t think she could span with two hands drew her attention, and a chest that rose and fell with the ridges of pure hard muscle.
His hips were lean, with the V of muscle that pointed downwards to an impressively thick, long, hard length, and she snatched a glance down at the thick muscled thighs, but went right back up again to where his cock was twitching hello…
George’s eyes were focused on that piece of gold that held him spellbound. It was as if he should have known what it was, but he couldn’t for the life of him think as to where he’d seen it before…
“Impressive,” Zana said, and caught George’s attention. He wrenched his eyes away from the talisman and blasted her with the power of a full on feral glare from his jet black eyes. “I only hope it’s enough.”
“Enough for what?” Landon bit out.
He didn’t have a damn clue as to what was going on, but he also wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to know.
A true alpha?
George?
If it were true then it might not have been good news for the rest of the inhabitants of the mountain…
“He triggered the curse…” Zana shrugged her shoulders.
“You said that already…” Dexter offered back.
“Now he has to fight what’s coming…” Zana explained, but in the kind of a slow cryptic way that left both alphas frustrated and eager to learn more…
“And what is it exactly that’s coming?” Landon hated to ask.
“Mine…” George bit out on the kind of a growl that sounded more king of the beasts and less wolf, catching all three of them off guard…
He stalked towards her and reached out to snatch the talisman from her hand.
Zana let it go without a fight. She had no use for it anymore, and the man was right – it was his.
“Yes, it is…” she offered back, somewhat certain as she looked at him that she might have known more than he did about his fate.