Read Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) Online
Authors: Danae Ayusso
The night was
seemingly
perfect; there were no fights, we had novelty picture
s taken, ate questionable food
and
tons of
sweets, and rode rides.
And now
I was
dancing with the
woman
of my dreams
, holding her
in my arms
while she pressed her
soft lips
to
mine
. I
t
was
perfect.
Or it was.
“You killed our brother, you bitch,” a familiar man snarled under his breath from behind us.
We spun around
, and I positioned myself in front of Jay Dee.
The three Spottedhorse
s
were quietly snarling at us as they fought to keep from phasing in public.
“Your brother stabbed me,” Jay
Dee reminded them
, not at all concerned, motioning with her hand down my her hip to the others.
“And
yet
you
’
re perfectly fine,”
another
sneered.
“Your brother didn’t need to kill him!”
“If my brother wouldn’t have done it, my dad would
have. A
nd if Elder Lightfoot
would have shown a bit of self-restraint for
once
in his very long life
, my mom
would not
have been
so understanding and kind...she would
have
ripped his throat out and not thought twice about it
,
” she informed them.
“And
if
Elderess Lightfoot would not have
,
I would
have gladly bathed in his blood
,” I
snarled, my e
yes darkened, and my
lip
s
pulled
upward, revealing my fangs.
“And who the hell are you, suck
head?”
the apparent youngest of the bunch demanded
.
I pulled the collar of my shirt down. “I am
hers
,” I informed them.
They snarled in unison, eying the soft white scars on the nap of my neck; that admission was beyond scandalous to say the least.
The
y
tightened their circle around u
s, and the Spottedhorse
in front of us
lifted his shirt up to
show that he
was armed.
“Let’s take a walk
,” he
growled
.
James
Spottedhorse
took the lead
and
stopped just outside of the parking lot.
“Keep going,” I said
,
noting
mov
ement from the corner of my eye
.
“
There are too
many
witnesses
.
You know the penalty for phasing in front of humans.
The last
two
I know of
had their throats ripped out,” I informed him in a conversational tone.
“Shut up, bitch,”
James snarled
.
“It’s your throat,” I sang.
“Why are you antagonizing him?” Tanis whispered.
I slammed my elbow into his
stomach
and he grunted.
“This is werewolf business, keep your mouth shut and hands to yourself,” I warned under my breath, giving him a look
, trying to explain that we aren’t alone and that we should, in theory, be okay
.
Tanis glared at me, of course.
It
didn’t
take a werewolf with heightened senses to track the four vampires flanking us,
or
to smell
the werewolves shadowing
each of
our movements.
Either these three were exceptionally unobservant or they were suffering from
atonement induced
tunnel
vision
.
“Bjørnen sover, bjørnen sover, i sitt lune hi,” I
mumbled
under my breath
as we went; I didn’t know where it came from, but the way the words flowed and the softness
of
the voice singing them in my head
,
made them appropriate for some reason
. “Den er ikke farlig,
bare vi går varlig. Men man kan jo, men man kan jo, aldri være trygg.”
Tanis looked at me curiously.
“Kan du snakke norsk?” he mumbled
under his breath, his eyes moving around the area
.
I shrugged. “I don’t know wh
at you just said
,
but
what I do know is
,
it was hot,” I said with a smile.
He gave me a look.
“What?” I
asked then
giggled.
“That’s enough!”
James
snarled and
spun around, h
is fist
connecting
with my
the side of my face, knocking me into Tanis.
I
was barely able to pull the irate vampire
back
before his fist broke through James’ skull.
“Nice,” I mumbled and
moved my jaw back and forth to pop it back into place.
“
Ouch.”
James leveled the gun at my head. “We should have done this years ago, you abomination.”
And that was the wrong thing to say.
“
You
really shouldn’t have said that
,”
I
snarled
,
and in a blur of movement, my hand was
suddenly
around
his throat;
I effortlessly
hoisted him o
f
f of his feet and into the air, and
the gun fell
from his grasp.
That wasn’t entirely normal.
His dark complexion started to blanch and his eyes were wide in fear.
“It is one thing to insult me and
call me an abomination,” I snarled. “That I can deal with
because you aren’t the first to run their mouth, and I’m pretty damn sure you won’t be the last
. I can even overlook and pardon your actions in coming on
our
land
and threatening the
princess
of the Lhaq'temish
…
I
will
pardon you for
those
particular
indiscretion
s
. However, what I cannot and will not overlook and show
leniency
on is your attempt on the life
of
the
prince
of the Lhaq'temish
...
on
my brother.”
“I didn’t touch your brother,” James choked, frantically
clawing
at my hand, trying to pull it
from his neck
but I was unmoving, murderous stone.
“But
your
brother did,” I snarled. “A knife to the kidneys would have killed
him
…
Jarvis
would have bled out before he could heal. The bloodshed that would have caused…” my words trailed off and I shook my head; it would have started a war between the Washington packs.
A
blur
of movement from the corner of my eyes
caused my head to snap to the side.
“Stop!” I
growled
and
d’Artagnan
stopped in mid-sn
ap, his hands on the side of Max Spottedhorse’s head;
the young man w
himpered
,
his neck was torqued farther than it was ever intended to turn.
d’Artagnan
looked at me confused, his head tilting to the side slightly.
“What are you doing?” Tanis hissed, absently slamming his fist into the face of the third
Spottedhorse
, effortlessly
knocking
him
out
with
one punch.
I’ll be the first to admit, that was sexy.
I smacked Tanis
with my free hand
. “Stop it,” I
hissed,
so he
softly
smacked me back.
d’Artagnan
just stood there looking at me, as if he was waiting for instruction.
“Bloody hell,
d’Artagnan
, would just snap his neck already,” Tanis
complained
.
“No!” I shouted
, and was surprised that d’Artagnan just continued to stand there looking at
me
.
“This is a werewolf matter,” I told
Tanis
, pressing my thumb into
James’
larynx
when he started to growl.
“You are mine,”
Tanis snarled under his breath, getting in my face.
“I will not allow you to throw yourself in harm’s way because
you think something is a werewolf matter
!
Simply because
bloody werewolves are involved
does not automatically make it a werewolf matter!
They are nothing more than arseholes with wounded prides.
”
I rolled my eyes.
“Are you hearing yourself?” I rhetorically asked.
“Duckie,”
he started to argue
but
groaning interrupted him.
“Shhh, the adults are talking,” I snapped at the nearly unconscious werewolf still dangling in midair. “Tanis,
my parents are the alphas. W
hen shit happens
,
I have to deal
with it so they don’t have to.
They are
marred with enough blood trophies, I can’t...I don’
t want their beautiful purity tarnished with
scars
because of me.”
Tanis
shook his head. “
Miss Jay Dee
, that is their decision to make, not yours. These are
not your matters to deal with,” he argued. “
Your parents
are adults-”
“As are you,” I pointed out.
“And a vampire,” he countered. “
I am not Toran, thus
werewolf matters have never been anything that I put me nose in, and yet I find meself doing just that in order to protect what is mine
!
”
he snapped at me.