(Twilight Shifters #2)
By Kate Danley
Just because the battle was won does not mean the war is over. Aein, Lars, and Finn are sent back to the swamps to protect the one object which may save their pack. But in the recent turmoil, the border has been left unguarded and nightmarish creatures are slipping through. There is a reason why two people must always be there to hold the boundary, a lesson which Aein, Lars, and Finn are about to learn.
"Run," she whispered to Lars. But it was too late. A guard seized her by the arm and threw her to the ground, pressing his foot painfully into the back of her neck. She rolled her eyes to the side and saw they had forced Lars to the ground, too, pinning his elbows behind him. The remaining soldiers held their swords at the ready if they tried to break away.
Lord Arnkell was leaner, his shorn brown hair was longer, but otherwise he had not changed. His square, chiseled jaw twitched as he looked at them with a mixture of contempt and amusement. His soft, leather-soled shoes barely made a sound as he walked towards Aein. He was always quiet before he struck. He wrapped his massive, calloused hand in her hair, and yanked her to her knees. He brought his face so close, she could smell the musky scent of his body, a scent she had found intoxicating when she worked as a kitchen wench. Now it turned her stomach.
He ran his finger across her cheek possessively. "And how is my favorite little traitor?" Aein tried to pull away, but he grabbed her face and brought her around until she was staring into his flat, brown eyes. "Now, now. Isn't this what you always wanted? The undivided attention of your lord and master?"
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