Lucas Gunn lay staring at the ceiling of his cell as his skin burned and his muscles ached. There would be no holding back the beast inside him much longer.
He dug deep again, searching for more control, but that well had already run dry. There were too many unanswered questions and he couldn’t give in—yet.
For some reason his captors were hell bent on getting him to shift. He knew they watched his every move. He’d found the tiny cameras the first night here.
There were a dozen, and they were purposely placed to film him from every angle. This made shifting in his cell impossible without risking exposure to his family and others.
As Guardian of his clan, it was his duty to protect their secrets above all else. Now he was caged and helpless with time running out
Eventually his body would force the shift. And whatever these people thought they knew…he sure as shit didn’t want to confirm it.
However, between the sweltering heat inside the building and the constant need for freedom raging inside him, he was sleep deprived and on edge.
His beast stirred at his thoughts, demanding release.
Lucas knifed off the cot and stripped bare, anything to relieve the oppression bearing down on him. He had to escape.
Unable to resist the urge to move, he paced from one end of the small cell to the other. Back and forth as unbidden images of fresh water from a cool mountain stream, green grass under his paws, and a breeze rustling through his fur rose unexpectedly in his mind.
All of which he forced away on a snarl of rage. But nothing helped.
He laid back down and willed his mind to focus on what had to be done. He’d been trying for days to find a telepathic link to one of his kind.
There weren't many left with that ability, but they were out there and if he caught one at the right moment they might connect.
Not that he had a hope in hell of conveying his location. He had no clue where they’d taken him. His crafty captor had made sure of it.
Then there was his mystery woman…
Ever since the binding spell the witch had used to capture him, he’d only found one person to reach. The mesmerizing redhead that came to him every time he slept.
He knew nothing about her. Only the fact that she drove him wild with a desire so primal he couldn’t breathe. If he ever laid hands on her, he'd never let go.
The moment he was freed from this hellhole, he’d hunt her down.
If she really existed.
His chest clenched. She did. She had to.
With that thought he let down his barriers, opening his mind to any psychic residue that could lead him to a connection.
Between the anger of being locked in a cage and the out of control lust being fueled from his dreams, his time was running out.
He closed his eyes and relaxed his body one muscle at a time, willing himself to drift into sleep. If there was a chance she was real he had to find her. She might be his only hope.
When he opened his eyes again, he squinted against the bright light of a room he didn’t recognize.
Rough, wood walls at his back and front, straw beneath his bare feet. And a familiar woman standing in the doorway. It was her.
She’d come back.
