THE SHE-b***h WAS TOUGH. Raul had to give her that.
In his long life, a life made even longer by the presence of the animal spirit riding his soul, he had rarely come across anyone like her. Except his last mate. The one Garnett Millieur had killed. Mallory reminded him of the woman he had lost, in a lot of ways.
Too bad he was going to have to kill her.
The transfer of the animal spirit to her, through the bite, should have made her obedient to him. Should have swept her mind clean of every thought and desire except those he let her have. Instead, she’d nearly killed him. There was only one explanation.
Her mind already belonged to someone.
To that bastard Millieur.
They were in love, those two. He could smell their stink all over each other. It happened that way, sometimes, between
