This is an teaser from Day's Light, book#2 in the Mystic Bay series. Mark is running a fever and delirious. He's going through the transformation to be a werewolf.
Nothing had gone according to plan. Instead of apprehending the two werewolves who stole from their pack, he and Brax blundered into a mugging that left two innocent humans dead and another fighting for his life—a human who just happened to also be Hunter’s mate.
The one lucky break they had was that those fuckers dropped a wallet and that he noticed it. As soon as they got in the SUV, he had Brax check it. His mate’s name was Mark James, was twenty-six years old, and was from New York City.
Mark. He liked it. It was a good, strong name, just like his right hook. Hunter flexed his jar. He still couldn’t believe Mark punched him. Not that he blamed him, of course. For a human, Mark hit pretty hard.
“Bad idea. Going this way was a bad idea.”
“I know, but you’re not in that little alleyway now.”
“Those eyes. Those eyes! Yellow? Asshole yellow! What the fuck?”
Hunter blinked in surprise. Asshole yellow? That wasn’t a color he’d ever heard of. “Don’t worry about those eyes. Mark? Can you hear me? Look somewhere else, okay? Don’t look at those eyes.”
“Dad? No! Mom? Mom, please!”
“I’m so sorry,” Hunter said softly as Mark twisted on the bed. If only he could do more. Maybe if they’d gotten there sooner, maybe if they’d reacted quicker, things would have been different.
