Blackw

ut, my mind reeling

child?" he repeated, pulling a sleek device from his pocket.

fied, the face was unmistakably that of a wrinkled, cunning adult-a dwarf known in certain circles as "T

ser. "Tell me. What is

submission. My wolf-less nature made me exquisitely vulnerable to it. But fifteen years of s

breath, forcing

our bodies, twisted at the wrist. A thin, wickedly sharp silver dagger, a gift from my adoptive f

iming for the soft f

silver. A weapon

r I saw in them. It was a flash of shocked, feral appreciation. He could sm

n't mo

d across his lips. "You'v

around my wrist. The sound of my bones grinding together was sickeningly

e silver dagger clattere

th of my wrists in one of his massive hands. He pressed his body fully against m

his heart against my back, the heat of h

is lips brushing again

's ever tried to greet me

was searching me for more weapons, for whatever he thought I had stolen. His hand slid

k, his fingers brushed against t

g, he ripped it

refinger. It was a simple silver oval, a gift from my adopt

low, his golden eyes burning into mine. "Alpha

e two other males' scents on this," he continue

of heavy footsteps and the metallic click of guns

a voice c

ey froze when they saw us, their eyes widening at the sight of their Alpha pinning a woman against the wall.

en seem to spare them a glance. His

his voice icy and clipped. "The dw

sm taking over, and they disp

ket in his hand. He clenched his fist a

ther's!" The lie came instinctively, a desperate bid to reclaim

ped between his body and the wall, his strength an invisible, unbreakable chain. The

nd a chunk of brick exploded from the