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maybe a little of his wolf had bled through in his eyes.
His scent was sharpened, maybe a little snout as well he thought . Jason could taste her fear. His own lust and anger brought every emotion to the forefront. Jason hated that he loved her. Julia tried to move and he wrapped his hand around her nape and dragged her against himself. She molded to him perfectly- as she always had.
“Let me go,” Julia said, her fear a metallic taste in her throat like spoiled pennies.
“Do it... or I will cook you until your entrails boil within your body,” Victor said from the doorway.
Jason stepped away from Julia, letting his talons slide back into his fingertips, his scent receptors going dull, his eyes—normal normal. It was that fast. One moment, his wolf rose, then he blinked and he was just Jason again.
Keeping Julia at his back, he spun around to the one Combatant that faced him. Victor gave him a chilly little smirk and walked in.
Victor flicked a casual glance at Paul as he walked by his slumped figure on the floor then put the kitchen island between the two of them. “Why are you threatening Julia?” he began in a low voice.
“Pfft,” Jason said in a dismissive hiss. “I haven't threatened her. Why, didn't ya get the memo, Vic? She's my wife. What kind of husband do you think I'd be... to resort to violence?”
Julia looked around Jason's body, trying to subtly scoot out from behind him and his hand snaked out, latching onto her wrist and she yelped. Victor moved without thinking, answering as he swung his body over the top of the granite slab, “A desperate one.”
Victor's feet plowed into Jason and he stumbled back as Julia slid to the side and the fridge door collapsed around the impact of Jason's body.
Julia ran to where Paul lay. He was coming around, the sounds of the two of them fighting a meaty charge Julia wished she wasn't privy to. “Wake up,” Julia said, giving Paul a light slap on the face.
“Wha—what?” Paul's eyes focused on hers, then to a point behind her shoulder. “Julia!” Paul yelled and Julia turned around just as familiar arms took hold of her. William ripped her from the floor and blurred them both to the front porch before Jason and Victor could take their next breath.
Memories crushed Julia: William's mouth on her wrist, taking her blood, William saving her from his own people. William.
Always William.
But night had fallen and the vampire was at his strongest, his Singer blood thrummed through veins where enough of it ran to allow shapeshifting. Now the master of his own coven, William was but looking for opportunity. There would be a score to settle with the Seattle Kiss but that would wait until he and Julia could discuss their options.
Is that not why Scott had left his soulmate and prophesied Rare One in their tender care? If not to explore her immortality... the unity that could bridge the groups?
He would but speak with her and once he found out what he needed then he would bow out.
Or not, as the case may be.
*
William
He flung himself onto the porch, Julia in his arms, dizzy from the speed of his acquisition of her as the Combatant charged the porch. William forced his change with a speed that even he didn't know he was capable of. Black feathers unfurled like soft water, wrapping Julia inside a blanket of heat. William jumped into the air, his talons lightly plucking at her clothing. He did not wish for a repeat of the devastating injuries of their last transport. He sped into a night that was like a gift presented just to him, the squall of Combatants storming after him. He heard weapons leaving their complacent sheathing, shouting and even a hand brushed his talon as he lifted Julia to safety and privacy.
“William,” Julia yelled over the rush of air through his wings.
The lights from the old grand Victorian glowed from beneath them and Julia felt how chilly it was this high in the sky as the scenery blurred beneath them.
“Not yet,”
His scent was sharpened, maybe a little snout as well he thought . Jason could taste her fear. His own lust and anger brought every emotion to the forefront. Jason hated that he loved her. Julia tried to move and he wrapped his hand around her nape and dragged her against himself. She molded to him perfectly- as she always had.
“Let me go,” Julia said, her fear a metallic taste in her throat like spoiled pennies.
“Do it... or I will cook you until your entrails boil within your body,” Victor said from the doorway.
Jason stepped away from Julia, letting his talons slide back into his fingertips, his scent receptors going dull, his eyes—normal normal. It was that fast. One moment, his wolf rose, then he blinked and he was just Jason again.
Keeping Julia at his back, he spun around to the one Combatant that faced him. Victor gave him a chilly little smirk and walked in.
Victor flicked a casual glance at Paul as he walked by his slumped figure on the floor then put the kitchen island between the two of them. “Why are you threatening Julia?” he began in a low voice.
“Pfft,” Jason said in a dismissive hiss. “I haven't threatened her. Why, didn't ya get the memo, Vic? She's my wife. What kind of husband do you think I'd be... to resort to violence?”
Julia looked around Jason's body, trying to subtly scoot out from behind him and his hand snaked out, latching onto her wrist and she yelped. Victor moved without thinking, answering as he swung his body over the top of the granite slab, “A desperate one.”
Victor's feet plowed into Jason and he stumbled back as Julia slid to the side and the fridge door collapsed around the impact of Jason's body.
Julia ran to where Paul lay. He was coming around, the sounds of the two of them fighting a meaty charge Julia wished she wasn't privy to. “Wake up,” Julia said, giving Paul a light slap on the face.
“Wha—what?” Paul's eyes focused on hers, then to a point behind her shoulder. “Julia!” Paul yelled and Julia turned around just as familiar arms took hold of her. William ripped her from the floor and blurred them both to the front porch before Jason and Victor could take their next breath.
Memories crushed Julia: William's mouth on her wrist, taking her blood, William saving her from his own people. William.
Always William.
But night had fallen and the vampire was at his strongest, his Singer blood thrummed through veins where enough of it ran to allow shapeshifting. Now the master of his own coven, William was but looking for opportunity. There would be a score to settle with the Seattle Kiss but that would wait until he and Julia could discuss their options.
Is that not why Scott had left his soulmate and prophesied Rare One in their tender care? If not to explore her immortality... the unity that could bridge the groups?
He would but speak with her and once he found out what he needed then he would bow out.
Or not, as the case may be.
*
William
He flung himself onto the porch, Julia in his arms, dizzy from the speed of his acquisition of her as the Combatant charged the porch. William forced his change with a speed that even he didn't know he was capable of. Black feathers unfurled like soft water, wrapping Julia inside a blanket of heat. William jumped into the air, his talons lightly plucking at her clothing. He did not wish for a repeat of the devastating injuries of their last transport. He sped into a night that was like a gift presented just to him, the squall of Combatants storming after him. He heard weapons leaving their complacent sheathing, shouting and even a hand brushed his talon as he lifted Julia to safety and privacy.
“William,” Julia yelled over the rush of air through his wings.
The lights from the old grand Victorian glowed from beneath them and Julia felt how chilly it was this high in the sky as the scenery blurred beneath them.
“Not yet,”
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