This is a teaser from Day's Light, book #2 in the Mystic Bay series. The book is now done and off to the editor!
“Mark!”
They’d
given those fuckers what they wanted, and they still killed them in cold blood.
And now he couldn’t say his final goodbyes? Help Michael? Mourn with his own
damn brother?
There
was a scramble of feet and cussing, but he didn’t care. His head spun with the
need to destroy, to rip and tear. It was the only thing that matter. Blood.
A need rose in him. Yes, he wanted blood.
The
burning anger whispered to him, insisting he destroy the ones who did this, that
the ones who killed his mom and dad must pay. He’d rip their guts out, tie them
around their throats, and use it to choke the life out of those assholes. He
would… he would….
The
reflection of something tall and furry caught his attention. Snarling, he
whipped around and peered across the hall into a bedroom where a full-length
mirror stood. A wolf-like monstrosity, humanoid in shape, stood upright on two
powerful legs. Unable to help himself, he moved toward the mirror.
The
creature easily stood eight foot tall but slouched slightly. A fluffy tail
whipped behind it. He studied the absolute lack of human-like features in the facial
structure: the defined muzzle with razor sharp teeth, the wolf-like ears that
stood upright on the skull, the bright yellow eyes that dominated the face.
Me.
That’s me.
Lifting
his arm, he studied his paw-hands that had long, deadly nails and an opposable
thumb. His heart raced as his human side retreated in horror while the predator
woke fully.
One
breath in.
Kill.
One
breath out.
Kill
them.
One
breath in.
KILL
THEM!
Blackness
threatened to descend.
“I
can hear your thoughts clearly, and you’ll have your revenge, I promise you
that.” Nonchalantly Hunter leaned against the doorframe. “But for now, I need
you to not let the predator take over. Find your human side—the side
that’s capable of love. Of happiness. The side that isn’t bloodthirsty and
feral. It’s there. Look into your heart, Mark, and find your humanity.”
Mark
searched for that part of him, the part he knew so well. This side of him still
wanted blood to flow, and he kinda did too, but… but his mate had asked him to not
lose himself to the predator. This side of him might thirst for blood, but Mark
wanted justice—in whatever form that was for werewolves. Not bloodshed.
Mark
shuddered as he turned away from his reflection. Monster.
Hunter
tilted his head. “Beautiful.”
Hideous.
Hunter
pushed off the doorframe and strolled to Mark. Calmly he grasped Mark’s massive
muzzle, and he definitely had to reach since Mark towered over him. Hunter’s
eyes blazed yellow too as he stared at Mark. “Breathtakingly beautiful.”
