Chapter 11
The instant Annette began to wander away from the terrace, his bear, already on edge, scented the distance she was intent on putting between them.
When he’d called on his beast and the beast had been trapped, unable to tear free of the prison that was his human skin to the animal, everything inside him had gone haywire.
He’d had no choice but to call on all his skills, his strengths and, of all things, his showmanship to keep Jackson on edge. To keep the bastard from realizing he was trapped in his skin and unable to free himself to fight properly.
He realized then, when he couldn’t shift, that Jackson had been hoping for such a weakness. News of the blood sacrifice had undoubtedly spread around the clubhouse, and Jackson, being the cowardly motherfucker he was, had probably
