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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] cub. It had been a teenage party her pack mates were all attending. She hadn t wanted to go, but knowing that the most handsome werewolf in her pack would be there, she couldn t resist. After all, he wouldn t talk to her. Hell. He hadn t even known she was alive. She had been so small, not tall and graceful like the other teenage girls in her pack. All of them had started developing, their breasts growing ripe while their scents had changed into something more evocative, more enticing. She would watch the teenage girls drive the werewolf boys in her pack wild. None of them had ever noticed her. But one night of being closer to the man of her dreams. She would be able to watch him, smell his rich scent. That would be good enough. Beth glanced down at the book in her hands, memories of how that night had turned bad flooding back to her, causing bile to rise in her throat. I don t want to read it. She sounded like the terrified child of that night, her feelings hurt, her ego wounded. You have to read it, her mother coaxed. Tonight is Hollow s Eve. This is your night, and the circle will complete only if you read it. What are you talking about? She stared down at the fancy calligraphy, already hearing the words being sung in her head, just like they were that night so long ago. You are remembering the first time you heard the poem. Greta s words startled her. How did you know that? she asked in disbelief. Recite them again tonight, my dear. Greta nodded, once again pointing to the book. Then you may go out under the full moon to your mate. To her mate? She stared at the two older women. What they were saying was nonsense. This was nothing more than old superstition. But what harm could there be? She looked down at the book. On the night of Hollow s Eve& Page 46 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html While your soul dances to be free& Your life mate will come to thee& With the full moon rising. She spoke the words out loud, her skin suddenly tingling. Now go. Greta waved toward her back door. Enjoy the full moon. Dance. He will come to you. You ll see. Beth decided there was no harm in enjoying the evening. The sky was clear, thousands of stars shining while the moon climbed high, the perfect round orb radiating its brightness across the sky. She left her mother and the healer behind, walking down the street, the night air cool against her skin. Even though, a fever seemed to run through her, the poem still in her mind, the words creating a rhythm while she walked. After a minute she realized she headed toward the field where Ethan had found her the other night. Would he be there again tonight? She had spent the day in her office, and then running errands with her mother. More than likely he was busy with pack business. Whatever he was doing, he hadn t contacted her. Tonight there were cars parked in the parking lot, many of the businesses still open. She strolled around them, glancing toward the shops, not sure of which direction she should head, or what she should do. She turned her head at the sound of a motorcycle rumbling. Ethan coasted toward her, his dark features adding to his sex appeal while his long legs straddled the huge bike. He didn t speak when he pulled up alongside her, staring at her, his expression masked. Without speaking, she reached for him, and he held her while she climbed on behind him. It felt so good to crush herself against the heat of his body while he accelerated, pulling out of the parking lot on to the main road. Beth wondered why he headed out of town but decided not to question him. The country sky was so beautiful, stars full and bright while the moon seemed to grow in size, its brightness glowing across the sky. Ethan pulled off the road, parking at a rest area. He shut the bike down but didn t climb off. She sensed his energy, anxious and overflowing. The night had him weirded out, too. She doubted it was because of some stupid childhood poem though. Whatever the reason, she enjoyed feeling the strong muscles of his legs pressing against her inner thighs, his firm ass brushing against her crotch. She sat behind him, resting her cheek against his back, the smell of leather [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |