An Undying Love by Janet MacDonald Read Free Book Online Page A

since he’d joined with a woman,
and this was way too tempting. The look in her eyes told him she knew he could
smell her heat. It seemed to fuel the girl’s anger, and her blue eyes flashed
in the light. The fear was nearly gone from them as both anger and excitement
took over.
    “Get off me,”
she screamed as she twisted under him. The sound of her voice surprised him.
    “I will when I’m
done with you.” He snarled and let go of her hair.
    The look in her
eyes told him what she thought he was going to do, and he nearly laughed out
loud. If she only knew how he struggled not to do just that.
    “Be good and don’t
move,” he told her, still trying to portray the big bad wolf.
    With quick, deft
movements, he took a hold of some hair at the back of her head and tied it with
a piece of twine. He quickly braided the length and then tied it at the end
before moving to the opposite side and doing the same until she had two long,
thin braids. He pushed the rest of her thick, silky mane out of the way, then
pulled the thin braids taunt.
    “Now you really
don’t want to move your head.” He pulled his knife from its sheath. Her eyes
went wide at the sight of the large blade, and he snickered.
    “Don’t worry. I
have no intentions of marring that pretty face.” With a careful slice, he cut
both long braids free.
    Dante placed the
knife back into its sheath before he held her arms down as he got off her. He
didn’t want her to hit him again. As he stood there he sniffed the braid. Her
musky, heady heat was heavy on them, and his smile widened.
    “What are you
going to do with my hair?” she asked in a near growl.
    “Well, this one
is for your brother,” he told her, holding up one of the braided locks. “And
this one is for your mate.”
    “I don’t have a
mate.” She snarled venomously.
    “Well, if your
brother doesn’t tell me where my sister is, then you’ll have one,” he said as
he pushed one of the strands into his pocket and then tied the other to his
wrist.
    Anya’s eyes
looked shocked. Her face paled at the gesture of betrothal he’d taken the
liberty to declare by adorning his wrist with a lock of her hair.
    “My brother will
kill you,” she said, her voice cracking a little this time.
    “You broke
werewolf laws, sweetheart. I’ll give your brother until the next moon or I’m
claiming what is my right to claim.” He turned and walked out the door.
    Dante locked it
behind him. He heard her sobs, and his heart dropped. This was not what he wanted,
but he needed to find out the fate that had befallen his little sister, and he
knew they had her. All he wanted was her back safe and sound. Now he really
didn’t want to let Anya go either. The fiery, stubborn girl ignited something
in him, something that caused him to crave her touch, and it scared him.
    He would never
be able to have her, not completely. He’d gone about this the wrong way. If he’d
simply asked her where his sister was, she wouldn’t have told him, but somehow
he thought there had to have been a better way to get the information. A way
that wouldn’t have her hating him and then maybe she’d possibly even see him as
a mate.
    After stepping
into his own cabin, he sat at the lonely kitchen table. Slowly he traced the
braided hair tied to his wrist. It was silly. He didn’t even know her, but
somehow he felt connected with her. It wasn’t something he could even put into
words. Love, lust, need, instinct, it all fit, but it wasn’t quite it either. It
was all of those things but so much more.
    Of in the
distance he heard a howl, one of the sentries was reporting, and the call told
him all was quiet. Since Anya had arrived, he’d upped the patrols, sending out
three groups to patrol the island. No word had come from the mainland that her
brother knew where she was. He’d heard they’d been searching for her, and given
enough time, they may try looking there, and Dante didn’t want to get caught
off guard.
    After