Page 72 of Night Sector

His purr followed, the sound rumbling through my mind and providing momentary relief from my burning veins.

Lorcan,I breathed.

I’m here. Tell me how to find you.

I… I’m not in Greenland. I’m somewhere tropical. In a cave. I can smell the ocean.That was the source of the salt and the humidity.I think it’s an island.I couldn’t say why. That was just my instinct. Probably because of all the water.

Can you shadow?he asked.

But the other presence cut me off before I could reply, his incisors sinking into my breast.

More venom flooded my veins.

Heat and madness.

He demanded I give him a name. An identity. A way to find theintruderin my head.

But he wasn’t an intruder.

He was my wolf’s mate. My true Alpha. The one I’d learned to trust in such a brief period of time.

The one who never forced me. Never took advantage of me. Neverdruggedme.

“Who is he?” Fare demanded again, my mind temporarily clear despite the fire growing within me.

Why didn’t Fritz tell you?I wondered.If he was your source, the one who helped you find me, then why didn’t he give you this information?

Something wasn’t adding up.

Had Fritz fought Fare’s compulsion? Like I was doing now?

Before, I’d struggled to battle Fare’s control over me, my body and soul addicted to his bite. But I’d found a way to focus long enough to stab him.

I’d found that focus within my wolf.

Because she’d never been bound to him. Never mated him. Nevercravedhim.

And now she desired another. A better Alpha.Lorcan.

Fare growled, his bite turning vicious as a needle pierced my arm at the same time. “You will tell me what I want to know,” he snarled, his anger unusual.

He usually played games. Laughed at my torment. Taunted me with affection before throwing me to his hungry friends.

This fury was new, almost territorial in nature.

Alphas didn’t usually like to share. But he’d always passed me around to the vampires within his nest. He’d even suggested there would be a welcome party to rekindle those old moments.

Yet now he seemed positively savage over the concept of sharing me with another mate.

I held on to that realization as a scream tore free from my throat. He was drowning me in his venom. Forcing my vampire instincts to flourish and come to the forefront of my mind.

He wanted me to go into heat. To lose myself to myneed. To become a brainless toy he could use for pleasure and blood.

The more he pushed into my veins, the more muddled my thoughts became.

But that purr never left. It hummed in the back of my mind. A constant reminder that I wasn’t alone. That I was more than a vampire.

I’m part wolf.