Scarlet Hyacinth - Feral 01 - Bewitched by Their Mate

Feral 1
Bewitched by Their Mate

When witch Hewitt Moore helped his friends, the spirit wolves, he
didnt realize his assistance would draw unwanted attention to
him. He becomes the target of the ferals, but Hewitt is completely
capable of defending his life. He cannot, however, protect his
heart. Not when he finds love in the most unlikely way.
Devon Saunders and Mason Kale are ferals, banished by their own
kind after losing themselves to their beast. When chance leads
them to Hewitt, and each other, both men are shocked. Ferals
dont have mates, and they hate their own kind with a passion.
However, their explosive connection cannot be denied. Fearing
what their wild nature might do to Hewitt, the two ferals agree to
cooperate with the spirit wolves. But there are more dangerous
things in the world than ferals. When Hewitt is kidnapped by
mysterious creatures, it will be up to Devon and Mason to rescue
their mate.
Note: this book contains double anal penetration.
Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Mnage a Trois/Quatre, Shapeshifter
Length: 37,174 words
BEWITCHED BY THEIR MATE

Feral 1
Scarlet Hyacinth
MENAGE AMOUR
MANLOVE
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BEWITCHED BY THEIR
MATE
Feral 1
SCARLET HYACINTH
Copyright 2012
Prologue
Mason stood in front of his leaders throne, watching all the
young spirit wolves around him. They were all so anxious, as
impatient as him, and for good reason. Today was the day when
theyd finally embrace their inner wolves.
Hed always felt his beast close to his heart and ached for the
moment when hed finally be granted his heritage. Now, that wish
would finally come true. Mason couldnt wait.
It seemed to take forever until it was finally his turn. Magistrate
Wolfram Rozenstadt stood in front of him and smiled. It was a kind,
warm smile, intended to reassure him. For whatever reason, it failed,
arousing an odd apprehension inside Mason.
Ready? the Magistrate asked.
Mason nodded and forced himself to smile back. As ready as Ill
ever be.
He didnt know if the Magistrate had expected a reply or not, but
nevertheless, the elder spirit wolf made no additional comment.
Instead, he pressed his hand to Masons forehead like hed done with
all the young wolves before Mason.
Mason closed his eyes and forced himself to relax. He felt the
foreign power intrude inside his mind. His parents had pretty much
told him how it worked. The Magistrate would ease Masons way
through his first meeting with the wolf in the astral plane by means of
his psychic abilities. Mason had been reassured that his leader would
not read his mind, and in that respect, he accepted the process. Then
why did he suddenly want to shy away? Why did this seem so wrong?
Mason tried to accept the Magistrates help, but the wolf rejected
the invasion. It howled, angry and wild, and all of a sudden, Mason
found himself invaded by a strength hed never known before. His
beast burst into his mind, wildly snarling at his opponent. He sensed
Wolfram retreat and opened his eyes only to see the other man stare
down at him in shock.
Mason got up, the heat inside his mind so intense it made him
shaky. He didnt understand anything anymore. He gathered
something had gone wrong, but what?
My lord? he asked Wolfram.
The words tasted bitter on his tongue, the wolf sneering at the
show of subservience. Mason attempted to leash it in, but he didnt
know how. My lord? he asked again. Whats the matter?
Wolfram didnt give a reply. Instead, he frowned, and an odd,
white glow began to emanate from his body. In a flash, Mason found
that he could no longer move or speak anymore.
The wolf howled at being imprisoned, protesting as the
Magistrates power held him in an unbreakable hold. The unbearable
heat increased more and more, and the beast inside Mason clawed to
escape.
In that moment, Mason understood. Somehow, his connection
with his wolf had been too strong to contain. Hed gone feral. He
didnt grasp how and why. He was only eighteen, for crying out loud.
He hadnt even had time to find his mate, the mate he yearned for
with such intensity, let alone be parted from him or her. He had
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absolutely no reason to lose itexcept this strange, inexplicable

power that not even the Magistrate could help him with.
His fate was sealed. He knew that. Ferals had no room in the
world of the spirit wolves. They were abominations who lived to kill.
By rights, Mason should have accepted Wolframs decision and given
up right then and there, but righteous indignation and fury rose within
him, combining with his instinct of self-preservation. This was not his
fault. He didnt deserve to die for crimes committed by others. He
didnt deserve to be trialed before hed even done anything wrong.
The power burst out of him, and Masons form melted into that of
the wolf. The Magistrates hold on him faltered, perhaps because of
surprise, and in that moment of distraction, Mason broke the spell,
using every ounce of anger and despair at his disposal.
In the background, Mason registered screaming, chaos settling
over a previously peaceful and reverent ceremony. Hastily, he rushed
out of the hall, thankful for his luck when everyone moved away from
his path. However, the guards were close behind him, and the
Magistrate would not allow him a second chance. He needed to get
out of there, fast.
As he thought this, Mason heard his name being called out, his
mothers familiar voice reaching out to him, and he hesitated. He
turned to look at her, even his wolf yearning for her warmth and
affection. Surely, she would know what to do. She would help him.
His family loved him.
He caught sight of her standing in the doorway of the huge
ceremony hall, and it distracted him enough that he missed the
approach of the two wolves until it was too late. His fathers heavy
bulk sent him crashing to the floor.
It was only by virtue of Masons thick fur that he managed to
avoid his sires sharp fangs. He almost could not believe what was
happening. His wolf was torn between the sorrow of loss, the
confusion of his new power, and the anger over being rejected. Mason
focused on the anger and pushed his father aside.
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The guards were very close now, and Masons body went into
survival mode. Without lingering on useless feelings, he started
running faster than he had in his entire life. His path seemed to be
blocked several times, as the Magistrates Dentheir leaders home
and the place where all ceremonies took placeheld hundreds of
guards, in addition to the spirit wolves whod come here for this
special day alone.
Mason prayed like he never had in his life. His wolf reached out
to their creator, the Spirit Mother, begging for her to understand. At
first, it seemed that he would not receive an answer, but unlike the
Magistrate, she did eventually reply. A burst of energy not his own
filled him, and before he knew it, Mason was out of the Den and into
the neighboring forest, with the guards a long way behind him. He
continued running until he felt reassured that they could not longer
reach him. Finally, he stopped by a brook and drank some cool liquid,
thankful when it soothed his parched throat.
A ghostly voice sounded in his ears, whispering, I know it hurts
now. Mason looked up, half expecting to see his mother there.
Instead, a huge white wolf shone in front of the brook. Masons eyes
hurt at the brightness, but he lowered himself on all fours for the
Spirit Mother and bared his throat. One day it will all make sense,
she said.
Mason didnt know what to say to that. He didnt think his fate
would ever make sense, and the Spirit Mothers quizzical comment
merely made him even more confused. An odd knowledge hit him,
the realization that he was special, an Alpha feral. He would be
hunted now. But of course, he could hunt in turn. He didnt have to
obey the rules.
Choose your path wisely, my child, the Spirit Mother added, as
if shed guessed his thoughts. And then, she began to disappear until
there was no sign shed ever been there.
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Almost instantly, an acute loneliness hit Mason. His howl echoed

in the forest as he acknowledged everything hed lost. What was he
going to do now?
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Chapter One
A few hundred years later, present day
The wolf carefully trudged forward through the shrubbery, his
senses alert to every motion that might let him know something was
not right. It was not safe for those like him to approach human towns
too much. It represented the perfect way of getting oneself killed.
He was a feral, a rogue whod lost control of his beast. As such,
he and all the others like him carried a deadly virus, one they often
transmitted to the humans they bit. To avoid this, their former friends
and allies, the spirit wolves, dispatched hunters to get rid of the threat.
But there were millions of ferals all over the world, more than the
spirit wolves even imagined. In time, a great number of them had
learned to disguise their presence, to hide within their beasts until
they seemed just wolves, at the same time lingering in forests rather
than in settlements.
Up ahead, the wolf smelled the distinctive scent of another beast
in his proximity. He growled, knowing the second animal mustve felt
him, too. Even if hed done his best to disguise his approach, his kind
knew these things. An answering growl sounded, but it didnt hold
any particular hostilityat least, not more than normal.
There was only one person who could find Devon even after all
these years. His kind didnt socialize, not like other shifters did. When
they lost control of the animal, they also lost all desire to befriend
others. Most everyone was seen as a threat. But those whod known
him once remained important, like his former friend, Roarke.
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Devon wanted to tear the other wolfs throat out, but his memories
from his life as a spirit wolf kept him from doing so. He and Roarke
had been friends. In spite of everything, Devon still respected those
times. What could Roarke want now?
Shifting into his human form, Devon got out of the bushes and
into a grove. Roarke waited for him, sitting on a tree stump. Hi,
Devon, he said. Whats up?
Devon shrugged. Same old, same old. He frowned at Roarke.
What are you doing here? What could you possibly want with me?
Roarke got up off the tree stump and sighed. I just came to give
you a heads-up. I hear the spirit wolves are planning a peace treaty
with the ferals. Im not sure what the Magistrate is trying to pull, but I
just thought youd like to know.
Devons eyebrows shot up in surprise. He gave Roarke a look of
disbelief. Peace treaty? Hah! Are you trying to pull my leg? Its not
funny.
The leader of the spirit wolves, Wolfram Rozenstadt, would never
consider peace with the ferals. For crying out loud, hed been hunting
them through his dispatched soldiers for ages, even before Devon had
become one. Even with all the time that had passed since then, Devon
didnt think Wolframs determination to protect the spirit wolves
race would have dwindled.
Im serious, Devon, Roarke answered. I ran into a hunter the
other day. He tried to capture me, and when he failed, he told me
about it. They also have some sort of drug that helps contain the feral
madness.
Devon admitted the thought of his former friend confronting a
hunter all alone made him uncomfortable, but he pushed the
troublesome emotions away. Those times were long behind him, and
while Devon didnt want the man dead, he couldnt stand the sight of
Roarke, either. He did, however, need to find out the truth behind
Roarkes words. Naturally, he didnt trust the Magistrates good
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intentions, and he had to know just what effects the development of

this drug could have.
Thanks, he grumbled reluctantly. He didnt trust Roarke, not
anymore, but any information was valuable. Ill look into it.
It was Roarkes cue to beat it, but the other man didnt take it. He
just stared at Devon, his expression pleading. When are you going to
let this go? he asked.
Devon snorted. You know better than to think thats ever going
to happen. Ferals didnt forgive. They lost their capacity after
becoming what they were. The part of them that still held a measure
of reason merely focused on their survival, and emotions mattered too
little.
How long has it been now? Roarke insisted. Cant we at least
be civil?
Devon chuckled. Seriously, Roarke? Were feral. Civil doesnt
exist in our vocabulary. Deal with it.
Roarke glared at him. Its never too late to learn new words.
Annoyance coursed through Devon at Roarkes refusal to back
off. You were the one who broke our friendship. He growled. You
were the one who turned his back at me. Now go, before we do
something well regret.
Some spirit wolves went feral because of losing their mates.
Others, simply because of poor control. For Devon, it had been quite
anticlimactic. Nothing of import happened to push him into it. Hed
simply become tired, too tired to pursue a life that held no meaning.
He had dreamed of finding his other half, but instead of achieving this
goal, hed just lived to watch others have what he craved. He hadnt
been able to take it anymore, and hed become a feral.
Roarke had taken it as a personal betrayal and made it his business
to hunt for Devon. But his little crusade didnt last long, since shortly
after, Roarke lost control as well and became the hunted instead.
You know Im right, Devon finished. Now go.
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Roarke took a deep breath, and Devon could tell his former friend
was close to losing control. Fine. Have it your way. But dont ever
say I didnt try.
Devon shrugged while the other feral turned into his wolf form
and took off. A few moments later, Devon changed shapes as well.
Hed found it paid off to stay in shifted form more than in his human
one. As long as he focused his primal instincts on the normal pursuit
of prey, they didnt accumulate in a tight ball of violence. But the
balance was very tricky, since if he pushed his limits, he might forget
he even possessed the consciousness of a rational being.
Meeting Roarke had aroused old fury inside him, so Devon
launched himself into a hunt. He ran through the vegetation, sniffing
the air in search of an adequate meal. Finally, he detected the scent of
a nearby rabbit. It wouldnt be much in terms of a challenge, but
dinner was dinner, and the beast would be satisfied with what it got.
Devon made his way to the oblivious creature until he got so close
its scent made his mouth water. But the rabbit must have sensed
something, as it jumped away, just out of Devons reach. Snarling
angrily, Devon started the chase. It didnt take long. The rabbit was
small and fast, but no match for Devons powerful paws. In no time,
Devon pounced on it, killing the animal in one quick motion.
As he feasted on his prey, his anger became a side thought, the
beast temporarily sated with the kill. After finishing his dinner, Devon
could finally recall Roarkes words without wanting to hunt the man
down and tear into his jugular. So the Magistrate had a serum he used
on ferals. Well, Devon could not trust Roarke not to deceive him. He
did, however, have an idea as to whom he could ask. As much as he
hated leaving the safety of the wild behind, this couldnt be avoided.
After he found out what Wolfram Rozenstadt had in mind, hed come
back and become just another wolf once again.
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Enticing scents tickled at Devons nostrils as soon as he entered

the familiar diner. From outside, it looked quaint, almost run-down,
but the traditional mom-and-pop was actually very appreciated in the
neighborhood for the high-quality meals and the dedication of the
people running it.
Devon knew the Tanners well, from the very first generation that
built the diner in the first place. An exclusive group belonging to
underground races often came here. In spite of the harmless
appearance of the place, the main business of the family derived from
a more important commodityinformation.
Devon wasnt sure who started it, but the Tanners had somehow
become involved in the lives of the paranormal community. In a
sense, they represented a filter of communication, a place where
information could be bought and sold, all for the right price.
At the same time, Devon hadnt been here in ages, so it didnt
surprise him that he could see some unfamiliar faces. He spotted a
lithe figure maneuvering around the tables and smiled in bemusement
when he identified the waiter as the familys youngest child, Quinn.
Last time Devon visited the diner, Quinn was maybe eight,
running around the place in circles and fascinated with Devons hair.
He used to ask Devon to change into his wolf formapparently, the
Tanners couldnt keep secrets from their ownand Devon complied.
In a strange way, Quinn reminded him of his old life, when hed been
carefree and happy.
But Quinn had changed a lot since that time. Hed grown into a
very handsome young man, and Devon regretted staying away for so
long. Even if Quinn was human, Devon still cared about him.
Shaking himself, Devon focused on the matter at hand. He made
his way through the crowd and, when he saw Quinn had a free
moment, caught up with the young human. Hi, Quinn, he greeted.
At first, Quinn looked surprised, but then an honest, gleeful smile
lit up his face. Devon. Oh, my God. I cant believe it. Youre back.
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Quinns enthusiasm made Devon a bit uncomfortable. You know

me. I like my privacy. Youve grown a lot.
Quinn laughed lightly. Twenty-three in a couple of days. Time
flies so fast.
It did, indeed, especially for humans. Devon pushed away the
sudden image of Quinns youth dwindling into old age. Well, its
really nice to see you, he replied, keeping his tone neutral. He
decided to pass to the actual issue and keep himself from stalling
further. Wheres your dad?
Quinns expression darkened. He died. Its just me, Mom, and
Dawn now taking care of this place.
Im sorry to hear that, Devon replied softly. He truly regretted
the humans passing. Beyond that, it reminded him far too much of
how frail life could be.
Did you need information? Quinn asked, his voice barely
audible now.
It seemed to Devon that the human didnt want to talk about his
fathers demise further. Is there any place private we could talk? he
asked, allowing Quinn to change the subject.
Quinn nodded and gestured Devon to walk with him. Devon
followed behind the human, always keeping his senses alert. He
didnt feel anyone lurking about or watching him, but that didnt
mean he could let his guard down.
At last, they reached relative privacy in the back room of the
diner. Theres been some commotion with the spirit wolves. Have
you heard anything about that?
Its difficult not to hear about it. Quinn sat on a crate and gave
Devon a curious look. Where have you been for the past month?
Devon arched a brow at Quinn. Brat. Ive been hiding from
civilization. He didnt give any other explanation, and Quinn didnt
ask. Now, Devon prodded, tell me what you found out.
Im guessing you know about the supposed peace treaty the
Magistrate wants to sign with the ferals. When Devon nodded, the
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human continued, It seems hes been trying to get ferals to listen to

him, but with little luck.
Devon snorted. Thats so surprising. For crying out loud, the
Magistrate should know better. There could be no peace between
spirit wolves and ferals. The war between them extended from times
immemorial, and it would go on for as long as shape-shifters would
roam the planet.
I dont blame your skepticism, Quinn replied. Unfortunately, I
dont have any details, but I can direct you to a person who might
know.
Quinn retrieved a notepad and began scribbling something on a
piece of paper. Devon waited patiently until the human handed him
the note. It held a name and an address. Hewitt Moore, owner of the
club The Witching Hour and residing in London. Who is this guy?
Devon asked.
A witch, Quinn replied.
The answer surprised Devon. Witches were like Switzerland
neutral in all conflicts. They had too many problems of their own to
get involved with the issues of other people. But the Tanners had
never given Devon faulty information.
He must have looked puzzled, because Quinn elaborated.
Wolfram Rozenstadt recently mated a witch, someone named
Dietrich Dupont. Apparently, Hewitt is a friend of Dietrichs because
from what I hear, the Magistrate visited The Witching Hour at least
two times.
The information intrigued Devon, at the same time awakening a
darker instinct. This Hewitt person might be an indirect connection to
Rozenstadt. Perhaps Devon could use him to finally get revenge. He
could draw out Wolframs mate and hit Wolfram where it hurt the
most.
Devon shook himself, forcing the haze of anger out of his mind.
Hed have enacted his revenge long ago, but he knew that if he did so,
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hed take the last step into the feral insanity and turn into his own
worst nightmare.
Still, he could find out something important from Hewitt. He
offered Quinn a small smile. Thanks. How much do I owe you?
Quinn waved a hand dismissively. Its on the house. Just dont
stay away so long next time.
Devon couldnt promise that, and neither could he allow Quinn to
just do him favors. In the end, the Tanners were human, and getting
too close could only result in pain for all of them.
For that reason, Devon retrieved his wallet and wrote Quinn a
check with a generous sum. He might live in the wild, but he still
owned a small fortune, and he used it wisely. Go on. Take it, he
urged Quinn.
Quinn looked pained, but eventually agreed and pocketed the slip
of paper. Sighing, he said, Fine. Justbe careful, okay? Youre not
the only one whos suspicious of the Magistrate. I havent told others
about Hewitt, but its only a matter of time.
The human had a point. In the end, the information Quinn
provided came from ferals, shape-shifters, and paranormal creatures,
and those sources could easily share their intel with others. Devon
needed to hurry if he wanted to get to Hewitt first.
Ill try, he replied to Quinn. You take care, too, you hear?
Quinn nodded, and on that note, they said their good-byes. Devon
left the diner with renewed sense of purpose. He had a feeling Hewitt
Moore would be very important from now on.
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Chapter Two
Hewitt scanned the expanse of his club thoughtfully. As of late,
hed been restless. He sensed something coming, a shift in the
spiritual realm. It confused and unsettled him. His vision seemed
clouded, and his scrying didnt help at all.
As a witch with powers over the aether, Hewitt channeled the
energies of the sun and moon. There were few things in this world
and beyond that escaped him. And yet, this time, he couldnt grasp the
source of his anxiety.
Reason told him what his magic could not, though. Just a little
while back, hed lent a hand to his friend, Dietrich, to find a certain
errant spirit wolf. Generally, he preferred to stay out of such issues,
but witches survived only because they supported each other in
everything. Otherwise, theyd never have lived through the culling of
the past. Hewitt did not regret helping Dietrich, but he suspected it
might have drawn unwanted attention from enemies of the spirit
wolves.
He considered letting Dietrich know, but he didnt actually have
anything to go on, just an instinctual feeling. For all he knew, he
might just be jumping at shadows.
Regardless, Hewitt had strengthened the wards around The
Witching Hour, and he kept an even closer eye on the comings and
goings. So far, other than the regular incidents caused by the
occasional intoxicated customer, nothing of concern had happened.
Hewitt closed his eyes and took a deep breath, just enjoying the
distant thrum of the music as it coursed through him. From his office
above the club, the rhythm of the songs barely reached him, but what
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he did hear provided a perfect distraction for when he felt like this,
and it gave him incentive when he needed to work.
Focusing on the sound, Hewitt searched for the magic inside him.
He delved deep inside himself, looking for an answer within his own
person. Meditation always relaxed him, and if nothing else, it would
help him clear his mind.
A shock of power drew him out of his trance. Something or
someone had disturbed his wards. Hewitt opened his eyes and looked
out into the club once again. His office boasted bulletproof windows
with a mirror effect. He could watch the customers without being
seen, and this gave him an advantage when an enemy dared to
interfere on his turf.
The person whod triggered the magic alarm was nowhere in
sight. Hewitt frowned, uncertainty coursing through him. Could he
have made a mistake? No, it was impossible. True enough, the wards
might have been activated by accident or something like that, but
Hewitt could feel power advancing toward him. Someone had indeed
entered the club. But who?
Hewitt shrugged to himself. Hed hired plenty of guards to keep
watch over his customers at all times. Should this intruder attack, they
would detect him and control him until Hewitt could get there. He
might have gone ahead and joined them, but his magic told him his
uninvited guest would come to him.
For this reason, Hewitt sat at the desk and opened a folder with
the clubs financial situation. The numbers were nothing but a blur,
his senses focused on the approaching presence.
A weird heaviness settled on his heart, a feeling Hewitt did not
understand and never experienced before. He took a deep breath and
tried to push it away, but registered little success. He wiped his
suddenly sweaty palms against the material of his slacks. Get a grip,
Hewitt. Whats wrong with you? You can deal with this.
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The odd sensation only increased. And then, Hewitt heard the
sound of voices outside his office. His guards were arguing with
someone.
Its all right, he called out. Let him in.
The door opened, and one of his subordinates led a tall man in.
Hewitt struggled to control his breathing and not show his
apprehension. He didnt even look at the intruder, but offered his
guard a smile. The guard seemed concerned, studying the new arrival
in obvious apprehension. Sir?
Hewitt waved the other man away. Its fine. Go.
The soldier hesitated, obviously disagreeing with Hewitts
assessment. In the end, he left the office, regardless, and Hewitt
allowed himself to get a better look of his guest.
He wouldnt have thought his anxiety could increase further, but it
did. His mouth went dry as he took in every detail of the mysterious
visitor. Dark blue eyes studied him with an intensity that pierced
Hewitt, scrutinizing his soul. The man wore simple clothing, just
jeans and a T-shirt, but they did nothing to disguise the hard body
beneath. Hed tied his blond hair in a ponytail, but the naughty bangs
refused to be tamed, insisting on shadowing the hard, stern features of
his face. Hewitt wanted to thread his fingers through the strangers
locks, push them out of his face to get a better look. Every fiber of his
being urged him to submit to whatever this man wanted to do.
But he didnt. Instead, Hewitt forced himself to sound completely
normal and aloof when he said, Im waiting.
He didnt have to ask questions or elaborate. The stranger had
come here for a reason, and it wasnt to fuck Hewitt until neither of
them could walk.
My name is Devon Saunders. You are Hewitt Moore.
It wasnt a question, but Hewitt nodded anyway. What do you
want with me? he asked. Simply the sound of Devons voice made
his heart beat faster, but Hewitt focused on practicalities. Gently, he
sent magic probes to study his guest. A spirit wolf, he decided. No,
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something else. There was a wildness and a sense of danger spirit

wolves did not have. A feral.
Hewitt knew many things about ferals, and none of them made
him feel very comfortable with the situation. He supposed he should
have expected this, and to a certain extent, he had. Besides, Devon
didnt fit with his image of an insane shape-shifter bent on killing and
destruction. Hewitt had lived far too long to make rushed judgments,
and he decided to wait and see what Devon would reply.
I just need to ask you a few questions, Devon said.
The reply almost sounded friendly, but Hewitt sensed something
hidden beneath the words. Devons eyes seemed heated somehow.
Energy crackled between them, and Hewitt saw in Devons eyes the
same sexual awareness he felt within himself.
Hewitt swallowed around the sudden knot in his throat and tried to
focus on the conversation. Im an open book, he replied with a
smile.
****
With a mix of lust and disbelief, Devon watched Hewitt lean
against his desk. From the moment hed come within view of The
Witching Hour, hed known his visit would be a bad ideaat least for
what hed meant to do. The club seemed surrounded by a hidden
power, something that eluded Devons senses. He gathered Hewitt
must have surrounded himself with all sorts of spells to ensure hed
be safe.
By rights, Devon should have drawn his prey out of hiding, but
hed been unable to keep himself from going inside. An unstoppable
force lured him into the club. Devon couldnt have resisted to save his
life, but now, he wished hed have never left the wild to inquire into
the mysterious treaty.
Ferals didnt have mates. They were lone wolves par excellence.
Socializing of any type unavoidably led to conflict. This couldnt end
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well. If he even tried to touch Hewitt, hed just end up turning the
other man feral. After all, witches were human, too. They might have
magic, but, in the end, they remained vulnerable to the feral insanity.
But Devon had come here for a reason. Hed ask his questions and
leave before anything worse happened. His matefuck, his mate
wouldnt even remember him after a month or so. Such a bond meant
nothing more than chemistry to humans, and a man like Hewitt
probably had dozens of men and women begging for his touch.
The thought made him furious, and the beast within him howled
in fury. He shook himself and gritted his teeth to force his mind away
from the unreasonable abyss.
I hear the spirit wolves want a peace treaty, he said. His voice
sounded far too angry for his comfort, but he couldnt do anything
about it. What is the Magistrate up to?
Hewitt arched a brow at him. Why would you think I know
anything about that? I am aware of the idea, yes, but beyond that, Im
afraid I cant help. Im not exactly a member of the Magistrates inner
circle.
Youre a friend of his mates, Devon shot back.
The witch simply shrugged. That doesnt mean anything. Some
things are kept private, even from the closest of friends.
Devon supposed the witch had a point. After all, Hewitts
involvement in the world of the spirit wolves didnt seem to be all that
significant. Still, Devon couldnt exactly ask Wolfram about his
plans. He needed an intermediary.
Can you find out? he inquired.
Hewitt looked surprised. Why would I want to do that? Id much
rather stay out of it, thank you. I think the issue is complicated enough
without a bunch of witches getting involved, too.
The argument didnt convince Devon. Witches had already
become involved when Wolfram mated one. Besides, if Quinns
information was correct, Hewitt already helped the spirit wolves with
something. Doubtlessly, he kept in contact with his friend.
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I dont want you to spy for me, he answered. I know you

wouldnt. But witches are supposed to be neutral, right? I merely want
an explanation.
Hewitt opened his mouth, obviously intending to reply. Just as he
did so, Devon sensed an approaching presence. Another feral was
near. Quinns warning returned in his mind, and he knew the human
had been right. Hewitts involvement with the spirit wolves had
drawn unwanted attention from others, as well.
The witch seemed to have picked up on the new arrival right
away. Did you bring friends? he asked Devon.
Devon couldnt suppress a grimace. Ferals dont have any
friends.
If Hewitt felt any surprise at the reply, he didnt show it. In fact,
Devon found he had significant trouble reading the man. Sure, he
sensed desire within his mate, but beyond that, Hewitt was, in fact,
the opposite of the open book he claimed to be.
I see, Hewitt said. I suppose I should deal with this. Give me a
moment. Ill be right back.
To Devons surprise, Hewitt actually made for the door. Devon
intercepted the other man before he could leave. No way. I wont let
you. Ferals are dangerous.
This time, Hewitt seemed amused. So am I. Besides, this is my
club, my turf. It would take more than a feralno matter how
powerfulto beat me here.
Devon reluctantly stepped away from the door and allowed Hewitt
to pass. His apprehension didnt go away, but he admitted he trusted
Hewitts power. Still, that didnt mean hed let his mate out of his
sight. In one single instant, his resolve to leave Hewitt fell. He could
not abandon the witch in such a moment.
They exited the office together, Devon following behind Hewitt.
His mate didnt seem concerned, but rather, decided. He moved like a
man on a mission. Devon noted several of the guards giving them
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inquiring looks, but Hewitt just shook his head. Apparently, he could
handle himself just fine.
They reached the ground floor, and the beat of the music
immediately assaulted Devons hearing. He suppressed a groan,
unused to such loud melodies after so much time spent away from
civilization.
Hewitt seemed to sense his discomfort. You okay? he asked.
Devon just nodded, and Hewitt didnt prod further. Still, Devon
suspected that once they investigated the new arrival, theyd have a
talkand not only about the peace treaty and the Magistrates plans.
Thankfully, Hewitt led him away from the dance floor and
through a secondary exit reserved for staff. They walked through a
winding corridor, and at one point, Hewitt veered right and found a
door. Devon followed his mate into an alley behind the club.
Once outside, he spotted the spying feral. The man must have
sensed the power of the witch just like Devon and seemed reluctant to
come inside.
Is there anything I can help you with? Hewitt called out.
Wild, insane eyes turned toward them. Youre the witch, the
feral said. Of course, it wasnt hard to guess since Hewitt didnt
bother to hide his power. Devon supposed that at this point, it would
be useless. Hewitts location had been revealed, and even if the witch
might have been more discreet in the past, prudency wouldnt help
him now.
I am, Hewitt replied. Please leave. I have no business or
quarrel with you. I advise you to go now, or suffer the consequences.
The feral ignored Hewitts warning. I think not. He looked
toward Devon and bared his teeth in an animalistic grimace. Youve
been marked, witch, and you will die.
Devon couldnt suppress a growl at the other mans words. Ferals
were, by nature, vindictive, and Hewitts involvement with the spirit
wolves naturally drew their anger upon him. But Devon would not
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allow any harm to come to the witch. Even if they couldnt complete
their bond, in his heart, Devon still acknowledged their connection.
Hewitt shook his head at the feral. I suppose I cant let you go
anyway, he said. Youll just harm others, and I cant allow that.
The feral lunged forward, changing forms midleap. He moved so
fast Devon almost didnt see him coming. On instinct, he turned into
his wolf, too, prepared to attack. But he did not get the chance to
protect his mate. Magic slammed against the feral, propelling him
back. The insane wolf hit the wall so hard the bricks actually shattered
and collapsed on top of him. Still, the feral crawled out from under
the debris and prepared himself for a second attack. This time, Hewitt
stopped him before he could even move. Devon heard his mate utter a
stream of wordsprobably a spell. A pentagram appeared under the
feral, flashing brightly. The wolf immediately froze, as if numbed by
an unseen force.
There we go, Hewitt said, sounding pleased with himself. He
rummaged through his pockets and retrieved a cell phone. Now, Im
calling the Magistrate to come pick up this guy.
The words were, in a sense, a warning. The Magistrate would
clearly send hunters here, so Devon needed to leave before that
happened. But Devon didnt fear Wolfram. Hed known the man for
too long and had escaped Wolframs hunters for decades. Still, Devon
didnt want his mate to contact Wolfram, not yet. He wanted to spend
some time alone with Hewitt. He didnt trust Wolfram, but Hewitt
was a whole different matter.
Devon turned back to his human form and smirked to himself
when Hewitt looked away. He wasnt shy or uncomfortable with his
nudity, but humans didnt share the same opinions. So, if nothing else,
Hewitt was attracted to him.
But first, we need to get you some clothes, Hewitt grumbled.
Can you carry him?
It meant a lot to Devon that his mate seemed willing to trust him,
at least to a certain extent. He nodded. Sure.
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Hewitt uttered another incantation, and the wolf went limp. Devon
made his way to the ferals side, feeling a bit apprehensive as the
lingering traces of magic tickled at his senses. He ignored it and
picked up the now-unconscious intruder.
Now what? he asked his mate.
Follow me.
Without another word, Hewitt entered the club. Devon found
himself forced to follow, although he remained puzzled as to how
exactly Hewitt would deal with explaining a strange man in the buff
carrying a wolf in the middle of a busy nightclub.
Strikingly, no one paid them any heed. Even after they left the
corridor, the guards and staff they passed just smiled at their boss and
dropped the occasional comment, seeming relieved, but not surprised.
Devon realized Hewitt must be using some sort of cloaking spell to
disguise their presence.
Before he knew it, they reached the office, but didnt stop there.
Instead, Hewitt revealed a second set of stairs Devon hadnt originally
seen. They climbed to a superior floor and to what Devon guessed to
be Hewitts quarters. The suite was decorated in warm, calming
colors, antique furniture complimenting a modern dcor. Upon
Hewitts instructions, Devon placed the unconscious feral on a couch.
His mate disappeared through a doorway and returned a few moments
later with a shirt and a pair of pants.
Put these on, he said.
Devon ignored the offered clothing. Adrenaline coursed through
his veins, aroused by the sight of his mate fighting, his mate in
danger. His fangs dropped, and he took a few steps closers to Hewitt,
invading the other mans personal space.
Hewitt blinked and stepped back. What are you doing?
Devon grinned at his mate. This.
Without further warning, he pounced on his witch, pressing his
lips to Hewitts. Hewitt gasped, and it allowed Devon to slip his
tongue inside, to take possession of his mates mouth. He crowded
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Hewitt against the wall, his hands already working at the witchs
clothing.
Hewitts protests were weak at best. After a brief struggle, Hewitt
wrapped his arms around Devons neck and pulled him close, giving
as good as he got.
Devon knew his mate could easily push him off by using magic,
but it seemed Hewitt had no intentions of doing so. Reveling in this
knowledge, he tore Hewitts shirt off, his claws skimming over the
other mans skin. He was careful not to push too hard or hurt his
mate, but the beast inside him already wanted to claim Hewitt. What
little patience he had was reaching its end.
Breaking the kiss, he growled in the witchs ear. Wrap your legs
around my waist.
Hewitt obeyed, his limber body rubbing against Devons as he
shifted in Devons arms. As soon as he had a good grip on Hewitt, he
got rid of Hewitts pants and underwear as well. Holding Hewitt
upright with just his body and one arm, he spit on his fingers and
reached down to Hewitts puckered hole, roughly inserting two digits
into his mates anus.
Hewitt winced. Lube, he whispered. In the bedroom. Too big.
But Devon could not be bothered to lube himself up. He didnt
care about anything else except fucking Hewitt, getting inside the
mans ass. Its fine, he snarled. Itll fit.
He pushed his fingers in and out of his mates passage, hissing at
the tightness around them. It would feel so good. He just knew it. He
wanted so badly, and he couldnt wait anymore.
With blood roaring in his ears, Devon removed his fingers out of
Hewitts body and positioned his cock at Hewitts hole. But just as he
readied himself to slide home, a powerful, invisible force threw him
off Hewitt. Devon landed on his feet, growling at being denied.
Hewitt was his mate, his. No one could refuse him the right he had to
claim the witch.
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With decided steps, he stalked toward Hewitt, his anger pushing

away all reason. Just as he reached his mate, Hewitt spoke. Devon,
stop, he said.
His voice sounded so gentle, and impossibly, it stopped Devon in
his tracks more efficiently than any spell could have done. He froze
and gave his mate a shocked look, truly taking in Hewitts
appearance.
The witch looked like hed been mauled by a wild animal, scratch
marks and bruises already forming on his skin. Devon gaped as he
realized what hed been close to doing. He stared at his hands, at the
claws that had left marks on Hewitts hips. He remembered the way
hed refused preparing his mate for invasion, not caring about
anything expect his own instinct and pleasure. He felt like for the first
time, he was truly seeing what spirit wolves did when they looked at
him.
Sure, hed always known he was a perversion of their kind, but
that didnt make the realization any less painful. Horrified, he backed
away from his mate. How could he have ever thought he and Hewitt
might have a chance together? Answerhe hadnt been thinking.
Hed ignored his rational knowledge, the one that told him ferals
didnt have mates. Devon had lost the right to one when hed
surrendered to the wildness inside of him, when hed become nothing
more than an animal.
The pain and self-disgust were so intense he almost keeled over.
The emotions hed thought dead and buried choked him, and he
couldnt hold onto his human form. Hed lose it altogether if he did
so. As quickly as he could, he changed into a wolf and made for the
exit.
But he was out of luck. Before he could reach the door, Hewitt
muttered something that sounded like a spell. A magical barrier
popped up between Devon and the hallway.
Devon, dont run from me, Hewitt said. I wont let you go. I
want an explanation.
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Devon knew better than to believe he could force his mate to do

anything he didnt want to do. Hewitt had proved that beyond any
shadow of a doubt. Devon could try to wait it out, but he didnt know
if hed be able to withstand Hewitts presence for so long and not
jump him again.
He turned and looked at his mate, willing Hewitt to understand.
He needed to leave, before he fucked up again, before he made an
even greater mistake.
However, just as he thought this, his eyes fell on the still
unconscious feral. He could not abandon his mate. Even if Hewitt
managed to defend himself just fine, the thought of leaving him at the
mercy of his attackers made Devons stomach turn.
Resigning himself to the inevitable, Devon shifted back to his
legged form. All right. You win.
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Chapter Three
Mason growled at the feral female in front of him. What do you
mean he left and didnt come back? Where did he go?
The woman cowered in front of his show of strength. He
saidHe said he wanted to take revenge on the spirit wolves. He
meant to attack that witch who helped them.
Mason took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He
tried to find a measure of peace in the sound of nature, the feel of the
wind on his face. As always, he failed.
It was a feat of excellence that he even managed to cope with the
presence of the other feral. As a rule, those of his kin disliked each
other. Mason would have preferred hunting for a nice meal rather than
chatting with the bitch, but hed taken up a responsibility, and he
couldnt exactly refuse.
Mason was an Alpha feral, one of the few of his kind who could
cloak his and his inner circles presences from spirit wolves, including
the Magistrate. He had been born with this potential for greatness, and
this strength had been too intense to control during his young years.
Unfortunately, this meant Mason needed to care for his people, a
fact which, given their unsociable nature, was very problematic,
indeed. Hed have preferred to be like the normal ferals, the lone
wolves who cared about no one and nothing but themselves. But
noHe needed to listen to the complaints of a feral female who
inexplicably still cared for her young.
Mason had no idea what urged her to become feral in the first
place and couldnt care less. The woman had requested an audience,
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and he, as their unofficial leader, needed to look into the

disappearance of the bitchs spawn.
Fine, he told her. Get out of my sight. Ill look into it.
The bitch shifted into her wolf form and rushed out of the
clearing. Mason considered the information he had to go on in his
unpleasant quest. He kept himself informed with the comings and
goings of the paranormal world and knew all about the famous Hewitt
Moore, whod aided Wolfram Rozenstadt in defeating a feral who got
too ambitious. Just because of this aid, Mason already disliked the
witch. He had beef with Wolfram that wouldnt go away, and any ally
of his was Masons enemy.
Perhaps Mason should pay a visit to this Hewitt, if only to give
him a lesson as to why it was better to stay out of the affairs of other
races. Mason smirked, already feeling much better about the whole
thing. Sure, it would be a drag to go all the way to London, and
Mason hated big citieswhat feral didnt?but it would be worth it.
With that in mind, Mason left his sanctuary, the age-old forest that
had protected him for so long, like it did for so many animals here. As
a natural reserve, the Virgin Komi Forest kept them safe and away
from civilization.
But as any feral, Mason knew how to move around and blend in.
This goal gave him focus even while he made his way out of the
forest and into civilization. The thought of this hunt managed to keep
his good mood up until he left Russia. He hated airplanes, hated the
crowded space and the humans around him. But he didnt have
private jets or expensive cars like the Magistrate. As a rule, he didnt
need it, and property of any kind could be traced. Hed have foregone
his bank accounts if hed thought he could live and make do without
them. Unfortunately, not even a feral could isolate himself in the wild,
and Masons money allowed him slightly more bearable incursions
into human cities.
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He didnt know how he managed not to snap during the journey.

Objectively speaking, he knew it wasnt too long, but hed have
preferred a month-long trek through the continent to the airplane trip.
At last, the jet landed on the runway. As soon as he got the all
clear, Mason burst out of his seat, grabbed his small pack, and shot
out of the plane, receiving disgruntled looks from the rest of the
passengers and the crew. He didnt care. If he were forced to stand the
close quarters for any longer, there would be considerably fewer
humans in London.
Compared to the flight, the taxi ride to the famous club owned by
Hewitt Moore was a breeze. It was early morning now, and the city
was waking up, but at least the car didnt have any other passengers.
Still, as it approached their destination, Mason began to feel
something strange, an ache in his chest. His beast paced, snarling to
get free. He wanted to hunt, to fuck, to feed. His instincts were on the
edge. Had the plane trip affected him so much? He needed to get out
of the forest more often. It wouldnt do to lose touch with civilization
so much.
The driver gave him cautious looks, a clear sign that Mason
wasnt doing a very good job in disguising his emotions. Thankfully,
it also made for a shorter drive to The Witching Hour. He paid the
human without really looking at the number of bills and left the car. It
drove off in a rush, but Mason had already ceased caring. His full
attention was on the building ahead.
As an Alpha feral, Mason had traveled a lot before hed decided
for his permanent residence to be in Russia. He could sense others of
his kind from longer distances, and because of this, he was well
acquainted with ferals all over the world, including here in Britain.
Many deferred to him, his superior strength having earned their
begrudging respect. However, this was the first time he had
experienced such a sensation, a heady rush of attraction and need.
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Something from inside that building drew him like a moth to the
flame. It was with great dismay that he finally acknowledged the
source of it. Mate, the wolf within howled. Mate.
Hed always thought ferals couldnt have mates. It had been one
of the things that hurt him most. Hed never even had the chance to
find his mate, since hed turned feral upon reaching his coming of
age. Mason still remembered that night, the only night hed met his
leader, and hed almost been killed by those he considered his kin. To
think that all this time hed been wrong, that ferals did indeed have
mates waiting out there, shocked him beyond belief.
His body moved without him even telling it to. He didnt care
about anything else except seeing, feeling the person meant for him.
What would his mate be like? Would he or she be a feral like him, or
a shape-shifter? Or perhaps even a human? Anything was possible.
Mason hoped his mate wouldnt be a human, but he felt certain hed
figure things out somehow. After all, hed done well for himself even
as a feral, and his mate could do the same.
Predictably, there were bouncers at the entrance into the club, and
he even felt magic sizzle over his skin. A ward, he realized. The witch
seemed to be resourceful, but no shield, be it physical or otherwise,
could keep Mason from his mate.
Hey, you, one of the bouncers told him. Just where do you
think youre going?
Mason didnt even bother to answer. He just punched the guy in
the face, and the strength of the blow made the man slump to the
ground unconscious. The second bouncer cursed and retrieved a gun,
but didnt get the chance to use it. In a few well-placed kicks, he took
out his opponent, without even breaking a sweat. Another time, he
might have enjoyed grinding their faces in, just for standing in his
way, but now, he was too keen on getting inside.
Just as he thought this, the door to the club opened, and a
handsome human appeared in the doorway. He looked irritated.
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What do I have to do for you people to get the message? Youre not
welcome here.
Mason froze. His muscles and his vocal chords simply refused to
work in the face of his mate. The man was everything Mason had
yearned for once upon a time, and still wanted now. Sure, he seemed
a bit upset at the moment, but surely, if Mason mentioned the
bouncers hostility toward him, his mate would understand.
However, things didnt happen the way he predicted. The human
said something Mason didnt understand, and he found himself
propelled ten feet away by an unseen force. He shook himself and got
up, finally grasping his predicament. It seemed fate had a way of
toying with him. Hewitt Moore was his mate.
Well, hello to you, too, little witch, he said, grinning. My
apologies for the slightrudeness. It seems you just cant find good
help these days, and I may have lost my temper.
A vein twitched in Hewitts temple. Right. Well, I didnt ask for
your approval. Please leave, or Ill find myself forced to do something
truly unpleasant.
I very much doubt I could dislike anything you did, Mason
answered. It was so strange. Hed come here to kick Hewitts ass, and
now he was flirting. What in the world was wrong with him? He
should be swooping in and taking what belonging to him, exchanging
pleasure not words. True, the banter did feel kind of nice, but that was
beside the point.
But there was something else not immediately apparent bothering
him. Even with Hewitt right there in front of him, the beast felt
restless. The intensity of the pull seemed to be amplified by a factor
other than Hewitt.
Just as Mason wondered what this could be about, he felt it, the
presence of another feral. It was a testament to Masons distraction
that hed only noticed now. He or she was closing in fast, approaching
Hewitt. Mason frowned, the wolfs hackles rising. Mine, it roared.
Stay away.
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In a flash, Mason reached Hewitts side. The witchs eyes

widened, and he seemed moments away from casting another spell,
but Mason moved too fast. He placed himself between Hewitt and
whatever feral came his way, ready to take on the threat.
Unfortunately, the wolf felt both angry and puzzled. The
aggression that always appeared when he faced one of his own reared
its ugly head just like he expected, but there was something else, a
heat that he couldnt comprehend.
Seconds later, another man joined them in front of the club. He
glowered at Mason, his blue eyes seemingly throwing daggers at him.
Get the fuck away from him.
Hewitt drew an irritated breath and stepped out of Masons reach,
although Mason was fairly certain the mans order had been directed
at him, not at Hewitt. Didnt I tell you to stay inside? Hewitt asked.
Im not your puppy. The second feral growled. Who is this
guy?
Mason Kale, at your disposal.
Before the other man could say anything else, Mason attacked. He
could sense hostility, and he knew he had to establish dominance
now. The wolf within howled as their bodies came into contact. He
shifted into his animal form just as his enemy did the same.
Jaws snapped at fur-covered flesh, claws scratched, looking for
vulnerable spots. Mason didnt know who drew first blood, but he
couldnt care less. Angry satisfaction coursed through him as he
battled his opponent. He was stronger. He knew. He could feel it, and
he sensed the other feral acknowledged it as well. And yet, the man
didnt give up. He struggled with a despair Mason admired, the same
one Mason himself experienced at the thought of his mate in danger.
All of Masons primal instincts rose inside of him. He was an
Alpha. He wanted to dominate, to have the other wolf bare his neck
and raise his tail for him. The desire to fight and to couple mixed
together. Mate, his wolf howled again. My mate. Surrender.
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Not giving the other feral a chance to keep fighting, Mason moved
faster than lightning and pinned his opponent down, fangs at his
jugular. He snarled, sending a clear message. Yield.
A few tense seconds later, his opponent shifted into his twolegged form. All right, he said between gritted teeth. You win. Do
whatever you want to me. Just dont hurt my mate.
For whatever reason, Mason had not expected the man to say that,
but even so, it didnt surprise him. His wolf had known about this
before Mason himself found out. He shifted as well, but didnt get up,
grinning as the current position made their naked bodies come into
contact. Oh, I plan to hurt Hewitt, he murmured. Ill hurt him real
goodand Ill do the same to you.
His cock throbbed between his legs, and he rubbed against the
other feral. Yes, it was strange. Yes, he shouldnt be in the situation in
the first place. But who gave a fuck? Certainly not Mason. He was too
lost in his instincts to care. Hed claim his mate and get rid of anyone
who stood in his way.
You should at least ask my name before you suggest fucking
me, the other feral commented sarcastically. His eyes, however, were
glazed with lust and suppressed aggression. Oh, yeah, Mason would
very much enjoy taming the bastard. He would enjoy it a lot, indeed.
He reached for his mates prick, smirking when he found it hard
and leaking. I might not know your name, but I know something
more important. He moved his hand up and down the mans shaft.
What need did they have of social conventions like names when they
had this?
The only other thing they needed was Hewitts acceptance. But
just as Mason thought this, Hewitts angry words echoed in his ears.
What in the world are you doing? Get off him.
Mason felt Hewitts power accumulate a second before it threw
him off the other man. Like before, he landed on his feet, and he
glanced at his witch mate. Hewitt looked furious, and it occurred to
Mason that he and the other feral were brawling naked in front of a
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famous nightclub in central London. Theyd even shape-shifted, for

fucks sake. Sure, it was early, and no customers were around, but
such carelessness could be a death warrant for a feral. What a mess.
Sorry about that, he said, knowing he sounded anything but
honest. I guess I got a little carried away.
Ill say, Hewitt grumbled. Get the fuck out of here, both of
you. I dont need this.
With a flick of his wrist, Hewitt sent the unconscious bouncers
floating inside. Looking furious, he stalked inside the club and shut
the door behind him.
For a few seconds, the fact that hed been essentially shut out by
his mate didnt really compute for Mason. He shared a look with the
other feral and asked, Is he serious?
His second mate sighed. Apparently. So, what do we do now,
smart-ass?
Mason considered the question and decided the first order of
business was to dress up. Thankfully, he still had his bag, although
hed dropped it when hed first attacked the bouncers. His mate was a
little slimmer than him, but even so, he would be able to fill out
Masons clothing quite nicely. Then, theyd camp out in front of the
club until Hewitt finally let them inside. It wasnt like the witch could
keep the ward up forever. He had a business to run.
Perhaps Hewitt realized this as well, because a few seconds later,
the door opened once again, and the witch appeared. Just get in here
before I change my mind, Hewitt said tiredly. We need to talk.
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Devon followed Mason and entered the club once again. He felt
more than a little confused at the appearance of this man. He was an
enigma, and he only worsened the already problematic situation.
Devons wolf answered with additional restlessness, wanting to
both claw Masons eyes out and bare his throat at the man. And when
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Mason stepped into Hewitts personal space, Devon was torn between
being aroused as hell and wanting to pull them apart.
He couldnt be happier when the door to the club closed again, but
this time, after allowing him inside the building. Thankfully, the
staffor what little of it remained to man the club during the day
had made themselves scarce. It was a good thing, too, because Devon
didnt think he could face anyone else without snapping.
There was no sign of the bouncers Mason had taken out. Devon
frowned. Even if he disliked the arrogant fuckers, they were only
humans and could be seriously hurt in the fight against a feral.
Where are your men?
Theyre fine. Theyre recovering, and I told them to get some
rest in the staff room. Hewitt scowled. Now you want to tell me
what that was all about?
Devon resisted the urge to fidget. He knew it was a bad idea to
stay with Hewitt. This could be his chance to leave, to allow his mate
a normal existenceinsofar as a witch could live normally, at least.
But hed been running away for so long, from hunters, from Roarke,
from civilization itself. He needed to face this head-on, if only
because Hewitt had given him the benefit of the doubt. Otherwise,
hed regret it forever.
You wanted an explanation? Well, here it is. Youre my mate,
but so is he. He nodded toward Mason, who just stood there, looking
smug and completely comfortable in his nudity. Not that Devon
blamed him. The bastard was fucking gorgeous, and he knew it, all
hard muscle, not one inch of fat on that godlike body. Devon wanted
to lick him, suck the thick cock protruding from between the mans
thighs, bury his face in Masons brown hair and just inhale. It was
fucking strange, and he hated it.
Shaking himself, Devon did his best to focus less on the sexual
awareness and more on the seriousness of the situation. It wasnt easy
with both his mates there, and the lingering arousal from his little roll
around with Devon. But ferals werent exactly known for their
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resistance to their impulses, so Devon found himself taking a step

forward toward Mason, almost against his own will.
Hes right, Mason said, although I suppose these conditions are
far from ideal. Like hunk-alicious there said, we are mates.
Personally, I came here on account of a missing feral who was
supposedly intent on coming here to pay you a visit. You wouldnt
happen to know where he is?
Hewitt groaned. He attacked me. I was going to alert Dietrich
He trailed off, as if realizing what he was saying to whom.
Youre putting me in a very difficult position here.
Anyone reasonable would have understood all the reasons why
Hewitt should be on the phone with Dietrich now. Even with the few
things Devon knew about his mate, hed still come here with the clear
knowledge that the witch was very close to the Magistrates mate. But
again, Devon was not a reasonable man.
Ive heard enough about Dietrich. He growled low in his throat.
Youre supposed to be focusing on this. Didnt you say you would
not let me leave? Where is that determination? Do you need Dietrich
to hold your hand?
Mason narrowed his eyes at both of them. Why do I have the
feeling Im missing something here? His green gaze seemed to reach
out to Devons very soul. And why would you ever want to leave our
mate?
News flash, Mason. Were feral. If we claim him, well drive
him insane, remember?
Mason looked thoughtful. Well cross that bridge when we get to
it, he finally said, but running away is not the solution.
Yeah, I already figured that out. Devon stared at Hewitt. But
neither is turning to the spirit wolves. I dont trust them.
Hewitt threw his hands in the air. So what do you propose we do,
Devon? Its not like I can just up and leave my business and start a
secret liaison with you. And besides, we hardly know each other.
How would that even work?
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Youre our mate, Mason said practically. Of course it would

work.
Hewitt passed a hand through his hair, and Devon could sense the
witchs agitation within him. Well, that might be enough in your
world, but in mine, Id prefer to know a man for at least twenty-four
hours before deciding I want to spend forever with him.
Devons wolf cowered in front of what it perceived to be his
mates rejection. He shared a look with Mason. Everything Hewitt
said was true. The witch lived in a world different from theirs, and he
could not be expected to accept them just like that.
Still, Devon might not know how to woo their mate the human
way, but he could do it the wolf way. After all, both he and Mason
were beasts at heart, and Hewitt seemed to acknowledge it just fine. It
stood to reason that anything theyd share together would be under the
mark of that beast. It still scared him, and the memory of what hed
nearly done to Hewitt made him reluctant to try. But he encouraged
himself with the thought that the witch could clearly take care of
himself and, if either Mason or Devon lost it again, could push them
away.
With that thought in mind, Devon went with his instinct and
slowly approached his mate. At first, the witch looked curious,
confused, and somewhat frustrated. What are you doing? he asked.
Pleased that his mate didnt seem frightened, Devon pressed their
bodies together and rubbed his face against Hewitts cheek. His mate
smelled so good, like moonlight would if it had any scent, so
addictive that the beast inside Devon awoke fully, demanding that he
claim his mate. Instead, when he saw Hewitt didnt shy away, Devon
shifted into his animal form.
He felt the moment when Mason did the same, the awareness of
the second feral shifting slightly. Devon playfully nudged Hewitts
leg with his snout, while Mason joined them and did the same. Hewitt
blinked, but reached down to pet them. So youre suggesting we
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bond like this? Hewitt laughed lightly. He had a beautiful laugh,

Devon noted, crystal clear, yet all male. It might be a good idea.
Satisfied with Hewitts acceptance, Devon jumped on his mate,
paying close attention not to send the witch falling to the ground. For
a few moments, the three of them simply enjoyed each others
presence. It was very strange, with Devon and Mason in wolf form
and Hewitt still a human, but somehow, it worked.
At last, Hewitt seemed to take a decision. Give me a moment, all
right? I think we need a different space if were going to do this.
Devon watched as his mate padded toward the back, where he
assumed the staff room would be. He hadnt actually explored the
entire club, and he mentally shrugged as he followed after Hewitt. As
he approached, he overheard Hewitt talking to one of the bouncers
from before. Dont worry, Ill be fine. I appreciate you staying to
watch over the club.
Its not a problem, the bouncer replied, but Im still concerned
about those wolves.
Devon peeked into the room and bared his fangs when he saw the
bouncer far too close to his mate. A low growl from behind him
alerted him Mason had seen the same thing and was not pleased,
either.
It seemed that Hewitt heard them, because he turned away from
the bouncer and toward the door. Like I said, Ill be fine. Thanks
again.
Thankfully, Hewitt said his good-byes and left the room. He
didnt look surprised when he saw them outside. Instead, he just
arched a brow, but made no comment. Come on, he said instead.
Were going on a field trip. But first
Hewitt went up the stairs. What do we do with this guy?
Mason shifted, his playful demeanor gone. He attacked you,
didnt he? When Hewitt nodded, Mason continued. Well, hes
better off with the spirit wolves now. Claws emerged from his
fingers. If I get him, he might not live to tell the tale.
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Devon nudged Masons leg with his snout. It wouldnt do to scare

Hewitt, to freak him out more than he already was. Hewitt didnt
acknowledge the latter words, however. He probably felt relieved that
he could hand in the feral to Dietrich. Ill contact them now to send
someone. I do believe they have people in the vicinity, so it shouldnt
take them long to get here. In the meantime, hell be safe under my
wards.
Half an hour or so later, Hewitt, Devon, and Mason left The
Witching Hour, after the witch bound the imprisoned feral with
several strong wards. Devon didnt know where they were headed,
but he didnt care, as long as he had his mates with him.
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Chapter Four
Hewitt had seen a lot in his life and gotten used to the oddities of
living a life among paranormal creatures. Even if his people generally
kept out of trouble, hed still come into contact with all sorts of
beings. But none of what hed seen had prepared him for this day, for
the day he met his mates.
By his side, Devon yipped happily, taking hold of Hewitts pants
and pulling at them playfully. Mason watched them with undisguised
amusement and occasionally joined in. At one point, he jumped on
Devon, and they rolled on the grass together in a sort of mockery of
the battle before.
It was surreal, and Hewitt had no idea what he was doing. Hed
brought them to Epping Forest, on the basis that here, they would at
least be in the middle of nature. If anyone asked what wolves were
doing here, Hewitt could claim they were his pets. Of course, given
their size and their aggressive behavior, hed also have to use some
magic to make it plausible.
Hey, careful now, he shouted. Dont hurt each other.
He didnt actually believe they would, at least not now. They
seemed to be completely focused on a sort of courtship ritual Hewitt
only knew about because he watched the Discovery Channel. Hewitt
had never felt stranger. Still, as the minutes passed, he found himself
relaxing. He sat under a tree, feeling safe in the presence of his mates.
His matesCould he get used to this? What would it be like if he
belonged to them? Could they truly make it work?
Their warm bodies cuddled closer to him, and Hewitt absently
petted the silky fur. It was definitely not like having a pet, he decided.
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Devon and Mason could killhad killed, most likely. But who could
judge them? Hewitt had been involved in some pretty questionable
things throughout his life. As a young witch, hed been forced to do
so if he wanted to survive in a world full of suspicion. Now, hed
managed to become free of all that, but ferals still bore the same
stigma.
Hewitt felt ashamed of himself. Hed only ever seen Dietrichs
point of view, believing ferals were all insane and evil. In a sense,
hed always known the world could not be judged with black-andwhite standards, but now, all the limits and concepts hed thought true
and valid seemed to be falling apart.
Certainly, the man whod tried to attack him seemed out of his
mind. However, that feral would be in spirit wolf custody by now. It
was the second reason why Hewitt wanted to get Devon and Mason
out of the main city. They simply were not safe in London. And didnt
it speak volumes that they already meant so much to him that he was
willing to hide them no matter what it meant for him?
He was snapped out of his musings when the furry animal bodies
next to him changed into menvery naked men.
What are you thinking about so hard, my mate? Mason asked.
His breath was hot in Hewitts ear, and Hewitt unwillingly trembled.
Just like that, he went from feeling safe, but concerned, to aroused as
hell.
He tried to find an answer, but when Mason and Devon
sandwiched him between their hard bodies, his mind short-circuited.
Uh, he said intelligently.
Mason chuckled and licked his neck. Dont worry about a thing.
Well take care of you.
Devon pressed his strikingly soft lips to Hewitts cheek in a
whisper of a kiss. His hands worked at Hewitts clothing, threatening
to tear them apart. It reminded Hewitt of where they were, and of the
fact that he needed those clothes to go back to London.
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Somehow, he managed to snap out of his lust-induced trance and

say, The clothes. Need the clothes to get back. He panted as Mason
rubbed his hard prick against the crease of his ass. Oh, God, yesI
mean, no. This is a bad idea. Someone is going to see.
No one is around, Devon murmured. It was true. At this hour,
this part of the park seemed to have few visitors. And anyway, if
someone did show up, wed feel him or her.
Any other time, Hewitt might have pulled away. He had clear
rules against drawing attention of any kind to himself. But with
Mason and Devon touching him, those rules faded into the
background of his mind. He must have been crazy when hed said he
didnt want to rush into things. Now, he couldnt think of any better
idea.
As if sensing his desire, Devon pressed his mouth to Hewitts. As
his mates tongue licked across the seam of Hewitts mouth, he gladly
parted his lips, allowing Devon entrance. The feral didnt delay in
taking advantage of the given opportunity. He thrust his tongue inside
the wet cavern, exploring every inch of Hewitt, taking no prisoners.
Meanwhile, his clever hands continued working on Hewitts clothing,
aided by Masons. Distantly, Hewitt noted that, in deference of his
wishes, his mates refrained from tearing apart his clothes, actually
taking it slowfar too slow, in Hewitts opinion.
Thankfully, Devons delicious kiss distracted him. The man tasted
wild, like nature itself, and Hewitt enjoyed himself immensely.
Before he knew it, he was naked, his skin touching Devons and
Masons. Devon reached between their bodies and wrapped his hand
around Hewitts prick. Hewitt gasped, moaning into their kiss. Devon
broke away from him, allowing him to breathe, while Mason
massaged Hewitts buttocks. He separated Hewitts ass cheeks, his
dry fingers prodding at the opening hidden there.
Hewitt wanted to push closer to both of them. His mind whirled
with the onslaught of sensation, and he didnt even know what he
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wanted. The two ferals didnt seem to have that problem. They toyed
with him as if in a perfectly orchestrated play.
Devons mouth advanced from Hewitts lips down toward his
Adams apple, then lower and lower. His tongue trailed lines of fire
on Hewitts skin, and he licked Hewitt as if he were a delectable
morsel just waiting to be feasted upon. When his mate zeroed in on
his nipples, Hewitt couldnt help a cry. He wrapped his arms around
Devon, wordlessly begging for more.
But after a few more licks, Devon abandoned the sensitive nubs.
Hewitt tried to make his mate retrace his steps, but Masons hands
tightened on his hips. Shh, my mate, Mason murmured. Let him
take care of you.
The tone of Masons voice was like melted chocolate, dark and
sweet, and Hewitt found himself falling under its spell. He relaxed in
Masons arms while Devon continued his exploration. Masons hard
hands caressed his sides, and his wicked hands went to Hewitts
nipples, much to his enjoyment. He was so lost in the pleasure that he
completely missed Devons plans until the other mans mouth
engulfed his cock.
Hewitt howled, the pleasure more intense than hed ever expected.
Hed gotten a taste of what it could be like between him and Devon
back at the club, but that memory was shadowed by Devons loss of
control. Now, however, all that seemed so distant, like an upsetting
cloud looming over someone else that Hewitt could acknowledge
without really caring.
Shh, Mason repeated. You said it yourself. You wouldnt want
anyone to hear, now would you?
Hewitt bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. Hed have very much
liked to be in private with his mates now, but since that couldnt be
achieved, he did indeed need to be quiet. It was easier said than done,
especially with the delicious suction around his prick. Devon did
something mind-numbingly amazing with his mouth, and Hewitt
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couldnt help another cry, Oh, God. Please. Please. Please. Fuck
me.
The next few seconds reminded Hewitt who he truly was with.
His demand seemed to make something snap in both Devon and
Mason. Devon removed his mouth off Hewitts cock, and Hewitt
found himself being flipped on his back. Masons hard fist moved up
and down Hewitts dick, jacking him almost roughly. Masons green
eyes pinned Hewitt to the ground, promising wicked delights and
freezing every muscle in his body.
An orgasm tingled at the base of Hewitts spine. He felt it
approach more and more with every harsh pull of Masons hand. He
would have reached for Mason, but Devon held him down immobile,
leaving Hewitt at Masons mercy. Sure, if hed truly wanted to,
Hewitt could have easily pushed them away through magic, but of
course, that was the last thing on his mind right now.
Mason gestured for him to spread his legs wider, and Hewitt
gladly obeyed. As Masons wicked fingers massaged his testes,
Hewitt could not take it anymore. Crying out his lovers names, he
came all over Masons fist.
It was not, by far, the kinkiest thing hed done in his long life, but
it offered a pleasure beyond the pure carnal one, one that was
heightened by the knowledge that his mates werent done with him.
His orgasm swept over him with striking intensity, so much so that for
a minute, he lost track of his actual location. Perhaps it was for that
reason that he missed what Mason intended until he felt its results.
Slick fingers rubbed his taint, making new sensations course through
him. They didnt linger too long, however, progressing toward
Hewitts hole.
Im sorry, my mate, Mason said. I just dont think I can take it
much longer.
Two digits thrust inside Hewitts passage. They were wet with his
own cum, Hewitt realized, and for some reason, that made his body
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respond. His cockspent from his orgasmwent rock hard once

again.
Mason chuckled as he pushed his fingers in and out of Hewitts
anus. Would you look at that? Someone got all excited again.
He lowered his large body over Hewitts and brought their lips
together, at the same time lifting Hewitts ass and continuing with the
prep. Hewitt had trouble processing how exactly Mason managed to
do it, but he decided hed worry about it later. He parted his lips,
allowing the other man entry. Just like Devon, Mason devoured him,
but it was a lazier exploration, as if the other man had all the time in
the world. He teased Hewitt, perhaps knowing how much Hewitt truly
needed him and enjoying that knowledge.
Hewitt wrapped his legs around Masons waist and clutched his
mates shoulders with his arms, digging his fingernails into the hard
flesh. Mason groaned, obviously enjoying the display. He broke away
from Hewitt and flipped him on all fours.
In the process, his hold on Hewitts ass faltered, and Hewitt
couldnt help a moan of protest. Still, the new position had many
advantages, as he found himself facing Devons very hard cock. He
looked up to meet Devons eyes, finding them almost black with the
lust the other man irradiated. Mason caressed his buttocks, murmuring
slightly, Come on, little witch. Suck him.
Hewitt didnt wait to be told twice. He opened his mouth and
waited for Devons next move. He didnt delay, and seconds later,
Devons cock thrust in the provided opening. As he did so, Mason
worked three fingers inside Hewitts ass. Hewitt moaned around
Devons cock. He wanted to tell Mason to get on with it, but he had a
feeling that the feral would just drag the torture on forever if Hewitt
pushed him. Then again, he very much doubted Mason could let them
wait for much longer. They were all too needy, too desperate for each
other.
Indeed, just as hed expected, Mason removed his fingers from
Hewitts ass. Ready? he growled.
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In answer, Hewitt just moaned again and wiggled his ass, and he
couldnt help a feeling of wicked satisfaction when both his lovers
groaned. But all his thoughts melted when, without warning, Mason
thrust into his ass.
Damn, it hurt, but it hurt so good, so very good Hewitt could not
get enough. Masons prick stretched him to capacity, the burn so
intense it scorched Hewitt inside out. From the very first thrust,
Mason hit his prostate, making pleasure explode at the bottom of his
spine.
Even as Mason fucked his ass, Devon fucked his mouth. They
moved in and out of him, using him, driving him crazy with pleasure.
Masons somehow-clawed hands squeezed Hewitts hips, while
Devon pulled his hair, making Hewitts scalp ache and tingle.
Hewitt lost himself in the ecstasy, in the beauty of the moment.
He could not even focus on working on Devons dick anymore, but
thankfully, his mates took over. He gladly surrendered all control,
allowing them to do as they willed. Over and over, they fucked him,
moving in and out of his body in perfect synchrony. It was raw, and
wild, and so hot it threatened to melt Hewitts brain cells. His senses
were invaded by the scent of sex, man, and nature, moist grass and
sweat mingling together in an intoxicating perfume.
Hed have thought his first orgasm would help prolong the
experience, but all too soon, he felt a second one approach. Hewitt
buried his fingers in the humid earth under him, trying to find an
anchor in a world that was quickly fading, rotating just around his two
men.
Unsurprisingly, he failed. As much as he attempted to hang on,
when Mason roared and thrust hard inside him, Hewitt could no
longer withstand the onslaught of pleasure. He came, his ass
clenching around Masons spurting cock as his mate filled him with
his seed. Their joint climax triggered Devons, and the other feral sent
hot cum down Hewitts throat.
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Hewitt greedily took it all, loving the taste as much as he loved

the knowledge that hed brought both Mason and Devon pleasure.
Drugged by his own orgasm and those of his mates, he almost lost his
balance and didnt collapse only because Devon held him up. As their
cocks slid out of his body, his mates helped him lay down, caressing
Hewitts sides with striking gentleness.
They didnt speak, but it truly wasnt necessary. Hewitt knew
what they were thinking. Theyd only just met, and yet, it felt like
theyd known each other for ages. Was this what it meant to be
mates? If so, Hewitt would do whatever it took to preserve it.
Unfortunately, their postcoital bliss was soon shattered. All of a
sudden, Mason and Devon tensed. Someone must have heard us.
Hewitt secretly thought the other visitors of the park couldnt have
missed the noise theyd been making. Sighing, he rushed to clean up
as quickly as he could and pulled his clothes on while his mates
shifted back into wolf form.
By the time the group of alerted people arrived, theyd pretty
much covered all traces of what happened between them. A helpful
spell ensured that no one even saw them go. And as they retreated
toward Hewitts car, he couldnt help but feel happier than he had in
ages.
****
That night
Are you certain? Hewitt asked, looking anxious. No one will
sense you if youre here?
Positive. Mason grinned and cupped his mates cheek. Now
stop worrying about us and go do whatever it is a filthy-rich club
owner does.
Hewitt smiled tightly, but nevertheless obeyed. Apparently, the
wards needed strengthening, and more so with the ferals and the spirit
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wolves hanging around. On the way back from the forest, Hewitt had
manifested his restlessness regarding the possibility of Mason and
Devon being sensed. Thankfully, Masons abilities allowed him to
cloak both his and Devons presences.
Hewitt seemed to trust him and left him and Devon in his quarters
above the club. Now alone with Devon, Mason knew it was time to
have a nice chat with his feral mate. He plopped down on Hewitts
couch and waited as Devon did the same.
Hed seen the marks on Hewitts hips, both those made by him
and previous ones, which he could only guess came from Devon.
While they had aroused him at the time, he could now say with clarity
that the situation concerned him. At this rate, they would hurt Hewitt
badly.
He didnt blame Devon for what happened before Masons
arrival. There were no explanations needed, not in this. The two of
them were simply two ferals who wanted their mate, but could not
have him.
We need to do something about this, he began without
preamble. The need to claim Hewitt was so intense it hurt, but his
resolve and conviction were faltering. He simply could not be certain
Hewitt would be fine as a feral. In fact, if he wanted to be honest with
himself, he knew all too well ferals originating from spirit wolves
were different from those whod once been humans. If either he or
Devon bit Hewitt, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that the
witch would lose his mind. But their aggression was already harming
Hewitt, so they couldnt perpetuate this situation forever, either.
Devon nodded. We cant risk claiming him, but if we dont, itll
just be worse. He hesitated slightly before speaking again. But the
spirit wolves seem to have found a way.
Mason couldnt believe that he was actually considering the
suggestion. Once the very thought of appealing to Wolfram
Rozenstadts help would have made him furious. I know, he
answered. Its one of the reasons why Hewitt is in the limelight in
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the first place. Theyre blabbing about it to all the wrong people. He
sighed in frustration. But, Devon, I dont really think Wolfram will
help us. Im not exactly on his list of favorite people.
Join the club, Devon muttered. But if he is trying to make a
peace treaty, perhaps we have a chance.
Mason remembered the day hed last seen the Magistrate and
gritted his teeth. Perhaps. I just dont trust them.
For all their supposed morals, theyd had no trouble stabbing an
eighteen-year-old in the back when he hadnt even known which way
was up.
They betrayed you, too, didnt they? Devon asked. Mason
looked at his mate, surprised at the mans perception. He supposed he
shouldnt be, not really. After all, Devon was his mate as well, and as
a feral he must have gone through a similar experience.
Still, he this was not the time for heartfelt confessions. They
needed to come up with a plan if they hoped to make their
relationship work. Leaving Hewitt was out of the question. Did the
spirit wolves have a cure, or were they all talk?
They did betray me, he answered Devon, but I suppose well
never know if we dont ask. And Hewitt is their friend, so things
might have changed.
As Mason considered how to proceed, he found himself relaxing.
Remembering the day of his exile had put him on the edge, but
Devons presence and quiet understanding made him feel better.
Before he knew it, he and Devon cuddled close together on the couch.
It was so very strange, since the beast inside Mason had always
rejected others such as him. Now, his wolf acknowledged the fact that
his mates had accepted his domination and had quieted down. In fact,
with each moment that passed, even the beast seemed to understand
how right they were for each other.
In the end, their wild natures couldnt be changed. They reached
for each other at the same time, and their mouths came into contact in
a clash of flesh and teeth. Mason bit Devons lip so hard it bled, and
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the metallic taste that exploded on his tongue combined with the
flavor that was simply Devon.
Their tongues entangled, dueling in a dance of passion that
became a quick game. Mason growled, wordlessly demanding
surrender, and Devon granted it. Mason explored the warm recesses
of his mates mouth, reveling in Devons taste, all man, all feral. With
both of them acknowledging each others need, they didnt require
gentleness or caution. They got rid of their clothing in a few hard rips,
tossing the scraps of material on the floor. In almost insane lust,
Mason rubbed against his mate. He reached between their bodies,
bringing their hard pricks together. The pre-cum leaking from the
glans of his cock and Devons smoothed the way, but it was still
rough, almost to the extent of pain. Devon grunted as he thrust against
Mason, his claws sinking into Masons shoulders.
The ecstasy combined with the pain, and Mason felt his climax
approach, just within his reach. His fangs lowered, aching to sink into
Devons flesh. And after all, why not? He had the right to claim his
man. Devon belonged to him, just like Hewitt did.
But as the thought passed through his mind, Mason sensed
Hewitts presence approach, and he faltered. Now more than ever, he
yearned to claim both his mates, but somehow, it didnt feel right. The
beast inside him snarled, telling him to just take what was his,
overwhelming the part of Mason that clung to reason. Mason moved
against Devon harder and harder, the instinct to copulate and to mate
mingling together. And then, the door to the room open, and Hewitt
stepped inside. Mason met his eyes over Devons shoulder, and in
Hewitts black gaze, he saw the same lust and yearning he himself
passed through.
Hewitt made no move to join them. He just closed the door behind
himself and leaned against it, watching in silence. Even so, Mason
could feel his witchs arousal echoing inside him. He was not
surprised when he saw Hewitt undo his pants and release his beautiful
prick from its confines.
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Simply the sight of it was enough to push Mason over the edge.
With another thrust against Devons sweat-slick body, he came,
barely managing to suppress the urge to sink his fangs into Devons
shoulder. If he did that, he would be unable to keep himself from
completing their bond, from claiming Hewitt, too.
Wet heat splashed against his stomach as Devon found his peak as
well. Mason held the other feral through the shudders of the
afterglow, all the while watching Hewitt jacking himself off slowly.
He beckoned Hewitt closer with the crook of a finger. Dont you
want me to help you with that?
Hewitt grinned. I like that idea.
He made his way to the couch while Devon and Mason pushed
away from each other. Hewitt knelt at their feet, licking every drop of
cum from their stomachs and their spent cocks. Unsurprisingly,
Masons body responded, his cock hardening again.
Mason pulled his mate into his lap, groaning at the feel of
Hewitts tight ass against his prick. The temptation to take Hewitt
again felt strong, and so did the need to claim him. He gripped
Hewitts hips, and instantly noticed his mate tensing up. His heart fell
as he realized his mate was in pain, and his arousal began to fade.
Mason took a deep breath. He knew he needed to approach the
possibility of a discussion with the spirit wolves. Gently, he pushed
his mate away. Sorry. Maybe later.
Hewitt frowned. All right. Whats the matter?
Devon and I have been talking, Mason answered. Perhaps we
should reach out to the spirit wolves after all.
You meant to call Dietrich, Devon added. Perhaps it wouldnt
be such a bad idea.
Hewitt arched a brow. What brought this on? I thought you
didnt want to talk to them. When they didnt answer, realization
seemed to dawn. I see. You dont know how to approach
thisrelationship.
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For a few moments, they all remained quiet, until Hewitt finally
broke the thick silence. I trust Dietrich. He wont betray me. But I
cant guarantee the spirit wolves would do the same. Should we try
anyway?
I dont believe we have much choice, Devon said.
Hewitt nodded. In the end, its only a matter of time until the
spirit wolves here report in to Wolfram.
Hewitt got up and retrieved his cell phone. Mason waited while
Hewitt dialed his friends number. The phone rang a couple of times,
and after a few moments, a male voice replied. Hi, Hewitt. Whats
up?
Hey, Dietrich. I hope Im not interrupting anything.
Dietrich chuckled. Not at all. His voice turned more serious,
even concerned. Is everything okay?
Ive been receiving some surprising visitors these days, Hewitt
replied. They seemed to be very interested in my connection with
you.
At the other side of the line, Dietrich cursed. Are you all right? I
just knew something like this would happen.
Its fine, Hewitt answered. I can take care of myself. Ive
already talked with your people here in London. We just needed your
input on an issue.
We? Dietrich repeated inquiringly. You and who else?
Hewitt didnt get the chance to reply, as Wolframs voice replaced
Dietrichs at the other side of the connection. Hello, Hewitt. Whats
going on? Were you attacked by ferals?
Again, dont worry about me. I just needed some information.
What are you hiding, Hewitt? Wolfram growled.
Mason hated the tone the Magistrate used with his mate. Furious,
he snatched the phone from Hewitt. He took a deep breath and
focused to keep control of the beast that was very close to bursting out
of him. The recent events set him on the edge, and Wolframs voice
brought back vivid memories he hated and feared at the same time.
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Hello, Magistrate, he greeted his former leader. I hear youve

been busy.
For a few seconds, Wolfram didnt answer. Mason? he asked at
last. Is that you?
Its been a long time, hasnt it? Devon replied. And yet,
nothings really changed. Youre still the same arrogant, bossy
bastard. Do you really think you can change the world?
You dont know until you try, Wolfram replied. Mason, surely
you understand why Im trying to do this. So many people have
suffered. So many have died, mates and children lost.
Mason chuckled bitterly, remembering all too well the way he
himself lost his family. Indeed. But we didnt contact you for that. I
hear you came up with a way to claim your mates, some sort of
miracle to help the ferals. Wed be interested in what you have to
say.
Truly? Wolfram sounded skeptical. Very well. Its like this.
We finally found a way to control the virus. It might not be perfect,
but it can help us all.
Masons anger just increased. How could a drug possibly help?
How can it erase the past? Youre a fool, Magistrate. Either that, or
youre a fucking liar and a traitor.
To Masons mind, both were equally possible. At the other side of
the connection, Wolfram took a deep breath. I know Ive
disappointed many people, including you. But you asked Hewitt to
contact me for a reason. So whether you like it or not, youre going to
have to trust me.
Mason hated to admit the other man had a point. Fine, he
growled. But this changes nothing, Magistrate.
Hewitt intervened before the conversation could deteriorate any
further. Could I suggest a meeting? he asked, his gaze holding
Masons pleadingly. Here, at The Witching Hour, on neutral
ground.
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In spite of Hewitt not actually having the phone, Wolfram still

heard him. Very well, the Magistrate answered. We can be there
by tomorrow, at this hour.
Mason could do nothing else but agree. The call ended, and he
was left staring flabbergasted at his mate. Why did you do that?
Hewitt cocked his head at Mason inquiringly. What do you
mean? You wanted to meet up with the Magistrate. This place is safer
than any other suggestions the spirit wolves might make.
Mason supposed his mate was right, but even as he thought so,
Wolframs words finally registered. The spirit wolves would come
tomorrow. What would he and Devon do until then? They couldnt
stay here with Hewitt, that much seemed clear. They would be unable
to keep themselves from claiming their mate.
Obviously sharing his fear, Devon sighed and reached for his
clothes. Their pants had survived the flurry of passion, and Mason
watched with regret as all that gorgeous flesh was covered up.
Sighing, Devon looked at Hewitt. I hate leaving you, Hewitt, but
until the Magistrate shows up, Im afraid Im going to have to. He
shared a look with Mason. And so is Mason.
Hewitt gave them both confused looks. But why?
Because we both desperately need to claim you, and that would
only harm you. Mason rubbed his eyes tiredly. Believe me, the last
thing Id have wanted to do is to ask for that pricks help, but there is
no other way.
After a brief pause, Hewitt nodded. All right. I understand. Go.
But stay safe. Other ferals might not be happy about you cooperating
with Wolfram. And who knows what else is out there?
Personally, Mason didnt fear the things that went bump in the
night. He considered himself scarier than anything that could attack
him. What frightened him was that someone might seize the moment
and attempt to hurt Hewitt. This brought the three of them to a vicious
circle. If he and Devon stayed, they would not be able to control
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themselves, and theyd end up hurting the witch. If they left, one of
their numerous enemies might do something worse.
As if guessing his thoughts, Hewitt offered Mason and Devon a
small smile. Dont worry about me. The wards around The Witching
Hour are very strong. I can protect myself.
Of that, Mason had no doubt. Hewitt had held his own against
both him and Devon, not to mention the other feral whod come here
purely to cause trouble. Still, possessiveness came naturally to spirit
wolves and was even more intense in ferals. His urge to stay by
Hewitts side was only matched by the one he sensed coming from
Devon.
Sadly, they had no other choice but to go with their previous
thought. Leashing the beast inside him as best he could, Mason
brushed a brief kiss against Hewitts lips. Devon did the same, his
entire being irradiating need and frustration.
The witch wasnt immune to their emotions, even if their bond
hadnt been completed. He looked visibly pained when he spoke
again. Well see each other soon.
The words seemed to be meant both as a promise but also as a
self-encouragement, as if Hewitt was trying to convince himself their
departure would truly be something temporary. It pained Mason
deeply to know he and Devon were the reason of Hewitts uncertainty
and yes, his sorrow. But for the moment, they had no other options.
Theyd just have to find a compromise.
We will, Devon confirmed. Once the spirit wolves get here,
well meet and find a permanent solution.
How will you even know when theyll come? Hewitt inquired, a
tinge of confusion and apprehension in his eyes.
Well know, Mason replied simply.
Even if they hadnt completed their bond, Hewitt was still Mason
and Devons mate. The witchs feelings still reached out to them both.
Besides, Mason had no intention of leaving the city or anything like
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that. The best thing he could do right now was to keep a reasonable
distance from Hewitt and watch him from afar.
Mason shared a look with Devon and saw the same knowledge in
the other ferals eyes. He forced himself to turn away from Hewitt,
and without allowing himself to hesitate further, he rushed out of the
office and into the main club. From there, he burst out into the street
with Devon following right behind him. Every step he took away
from Hewitt was harder than the previous one, but Mason forced
himself to keep going. He would rather die than allow his feral nature
to hurt Hewitt.
So what now? Devon asked him once they were a safe distance
away from the club. Im guessing we need to find a place to stay
somewhere around here.
Mason nodded, his mind already working even as his beast
strained to break free. Come on, he told Devon. I think I know a
place where we can crash.
Devon wordlessly followed, and Mason couldnt help but be
thankful that he had the other feral by his side. Hed never in his life
thought that he would ever feel something like this, not for another of
his own kind, but there was no denying that Devon and he fit together.
All three of them did, in a way Mason would have never dreamed
would be possible for a feral.
His mate smiled at him, obviously guessing what Mason was
thinking. Lead the way, he told Mason. Im right behind you.
There were so many things Mason wanted to say, but hed never
been one for effusive romantic declarations. Instead, he gestured his
mate in the direction of the small, discreet hotel he knew in the area.
In spite of the time hed been away, it hadnt gone bankrupt. Mason
had caught a glimpse of it while hed been on his way to the club.
As they walked in silence, questions riddled Masons mind. What
would the spirit wolves bring with them? Mason still didnt trust
Wolfram, and having to put his fate in the Magistrates hands irked
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him greatly. He only hoped this time he would find understanding,

and not betrayal, among those who were supposed to be his kin.
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Chapter Five
Hewitt struggled to make sense of the numbers on the paper, but it
was pointless. The most recent financial report of The Witching Hour
seemed to mock him, the stats and figures blurring in his vision. He
felt restless, the absence of his two lovers like a physical ache. Even
the presence of his normal customers bothered him. He could sense
them as they passed through his wards, and it irritated him to no
measure. Under normal circumstances, he had no problem with it, but
today, he couldnt focus for the life of him.
The spirit wolves of London had briefly been here during his
absence and taken away the feral whod attacked him. Others like that
man might be out there, but Hewitt wasnt too worried about being
assaulted again. What did concern him was not knowing what to do
about Mason and Devon.
With an irritated sigh, Hewitt abandoned the report on the table
and looked at the clock. It was quite late already. Hewitt got up,
deciding there was no point in trying to do any work today. No matter
how much he tried to think about something else, his mind always
returned to Devon and Mason.
But how could he possibly forget about the two ferals? Their
appearance in his life had been so unexpected and, in a way,
devastating. Theyd swept aside everything Hewitt had considered
true and certain. Hewitts world had always struggled within shades
of gray, but now, the lines between good and bad, friend and enemy,
had been blurred so much that he simply couldnt figure out which
path to take.
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At the same time, Devon and Mason reached out to a part of him
Hewitt had never even realized existed. When they touched him,
Hewitt forgot about everything else except taking them inside his
body, being claimed and claiming in return.
Just the memory of what theyd done made Hewitts prick harden.
Groaning, Hewitt left his seat and sat on the couch. He undid his
zipper, reaching into his underwear to grip his own shaft. At the same
time, he lifted his shirt and pinched his nipple, releasing a soft gasp as
pleasure coursed through him. In his head, it was not his own hands
pleasuring him, but those of his mates. Devon and Mason. So wild, so
untamed, so passionate. Perfect for Hewitt, and everything hed ever
dreamed before hed even realized it.
He swept his thumb over the head of his cock, toying with the slit
and losing himself in the sensation. Generous amounts of pre-cum
already leaked from the tip, and Hewitt used it to move his hand up
and down his shaft. How he wished his lovers were here. Even if
theyd just met, he felt them so close to his heart, as if theyd known
each other forever.
Pleasure gathered in his balls, and Hewitt increased the speed of
his strokes. He was just moments away from orgasm when, all of a
sudden, he felt something was very wrong. His arousal died as his
wards started to scream at him, Danger.
As quickly as he could, Hewitt arranged his clothing and shot to
his feet. Hastily, he left his office and ran into the main club. He was
almost instantly struck by an even worse feeling of doom. The
blinding lights of the club suddenly seemed ominous. From the
direction of the clubs entrance, Hewitt sensed an incoming presence,
one of pure evil.
Screams started sounding in the area as foul beasts invaded the
first level of the club. They moved so quickly that Hewitt couldnt
even tell what they were. He just saw a blur of bowlegged, humanoid
creatures scattering about like cockroaches. The electrical equipment
faltered under their assault, and the music stopped. It only made the
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cacophony of shouts sound louder, and the grotesque symphony of

cries was made even worse by the inarticulate screeching and
grunting coming from the creatures.
Hewitts guards tried to fend the attackers off, but they were
simply outnumbered and overpowered. Furious, Hewitt focused on
his wards and summoned the magic within him. He called upon the
elements that always did his bidding and ordered them to destroy the
things that had invaded his home.
To his surprise, the beasts were not deterred in the slightest by the
spell. It did, however, have the effect of drawing their attention
toward Hewitt. There you are, one of them said.
As they rushed toward him, Hewitt at last managed to put a name
to his foe. Their misshapen forms, sallow skin, and wide, fanged
mouths reminded Hewitt of the nightmarish descriptions hed once
read in his most-ancient tomes. The only thing that came close to their
disgusting appearance was the orcs.
Hewitt had thought them to be a legend. Humans had quite an
imagination, and while oftentimes they hit the nail on the head with
regards to some paranormals, more often than not, superstitions could
be just that. But these creatures were definitely flesh and blood, and
they were right here, with Hewitt, coming toward him.
Struggling to keep a calm head, Hewitt tried another, even more
powerful spell. His eyes widened when the first orc just grinned at
him and licked his lips. That wont work on me, pretty, it said.
Fuck. That had never happened to Hewitt, not once in his entire
existence. Having mastered the magic of the aether, Hewitt was one
of the most powerful witches in the world. The energies of the sun
and the moon were at his disposal, unending sources of energy he
could use at his beck and call. And yet, no matter how much he tried,
his spells didnt work on the orcs. They kept coming at him, and there
was nothing he could to stop them.
In a final desperate attempt, Hewitt ordered the floor to move,
sending the creatures falling into the ground. They were very agile,
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but Hewitt managed to trap a good number of the creatures. As he

closed the ground over them, though, more came at him. He heard the
captured orcs screeching below, clawing their way back to the
surface, while their companions continued advancing toward him,
undeterred in their pursuit.
Hewitt knew he didnt have much time. The good news was that
they seemed to be after him, so theyd left the customers and the
guards alone. The bad news was...well, the same as the good news,
really.
In his long life, Hewitt had learned many things. Hed long ago
realized that sometimes, discretion was the better part of valor. While
hed have liked to stay and defend his home, he preferred to live to
fight another day. Clearly, he wasnt prepared to face this threat, and
he knew better than to try to face a swarm of orcs when they seemed
immune to his magic.
He could, however, use the various items in the club as weaponry.
They couldnt oppose blunt force and the laws of physics. But first, he
just needed to draw them out of here, pull them away from the
injured, and grant the rest of the people a chance to escape.
Turning on his heel, Hewitt fled back up the stairs. He heard them
following, but he kept his head. They were faster, so Hewitt had to get
to his car, or else he was toast. Using various spells, he sent all sorts
of objects toward his pursuers, hoping to at least slow them down.
He reached his office in no time and hastily locked the door.
Using a telekinesis spell, he placed several pieces of furniture in front
of it. That wouldnt stop the orcs, but it would slow them down.
That taken care of, he grabbed his car keys and headed toward the
secondary exit, hoping that the creatures had been stupid enough to
miss it. Indeed, there seemed to be no one around as he slipped
through the hidden door. His hands sweated terribly as he rushed to
the first level once again, but this time, to the underground garage.
Once he reached his destination, he couldnt help but notice the
strange, almost eerie silence. In fact, it was far too quiet, and Hewitt
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easily understood he might be walking into a trap. But there was no

going back now, and Hewitt ran to his car, expecting to be jumped
any moment now.
To his shock, he reached the vehicle safely. He managed to insert
the key in the lock and slid inside. Surprised at this turn of events,
Hewitt nevertheless started the car and drove off, not willing to
question his good fortune.
But just as he left the main building, an orc jumped on the hood of
his car, punching at the metal and glass angrily. Hewitt swerved,
trying to dislodge the creature with an abrupt motion of the car. He
succeeded, but even as the orc flew off his car, more appeared,
surrounding him.
Hewitt sped up, attempting to escape his pursuers. However, his
haste proved to be counterproductive. When another group of
creatures jumped on the car, Hewitt lost control of the vehicle. The
car crashed against the wall of a nearby building and pain exploded
through Hewitt as his body flew through the windshield. He had
enough time to wish hed remembered his seat belt before everything
went dark.
****
Can I get you anything else?
Devon looked at the feral in front of him, still puzzled by the
mans existence. He had no idea how one of their kind had managed
to control the beast within them and have a hotel in London, out of all
places. Sure, there were many places like that hidden all over the
world, but Devon had never expected a feral to have founded one.
Placing his beer on the bar table, Mason gave them both an
amused look, as if guessing Devons thoughts.
Thanks, JC, he told the feral. Were good.
JC just grimaced and disappeared behind the bar. Obviously, he
didnt appreciate their presence, or at least Devons. Ferals in general
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disliked each other, so the feeling was completely mutual on Devons

part.
Once JC was gone, Devon turned toward his mate. Whos he?
Im an Alpha feral, so I know a lot of our kind, Mason replied.
They might not like me, but they obey me because they know I can
protect them from the hunters.
And do you? Devon asked. Protect them from the hunters, I
mean.
Sometimes. Mason shrugged. I dont actually have an
organized pack, so when some of them go on a rampage, theyre
likely to be caught.
Why do I get the impression that JC is different?
Mason leaned in closer, invading Devons personal space.
Jealous already? I like that.
The wolf inside Devon might have submitted to Masons more
powerful beast, but that didnt mean Devons animalistic nature didnt
manifest just as strongly. In fact, just the thought of either of his
mates being touched by someone else made him growl lowly in his
throat. Did you fuck him? Did you fuck JC?
A long time ago. Mason smirked. Quite a memorable
experience, if I might add.
Already on the edge due to being apart from Hewitt, Devon
suddenly had the urge to follow after JC and tear the other ferals
throat out. Perhaps hed have done just that, had Mason not pulled
him close and crushed their lips together. The kiss drew on Devons
angry passion, feeding on it, fueling the fire growing inside him.
At the bottom of his mind, he felt something else, an arousal not
his own, or Masons. It was something different, a sweet perfection
that Devon identified as Hewitt. For a few moments, he thought his
mate might be with someone else, but his instinct pacified him.
Hewitt was thinking about Devon and Mason, touching himself and
wishing they were there. Devon might not be able to connect with the
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witch fully, but in spite of that, their unformed bond still echoed
within him, transmitting Hewitts emotions.
Mason pushed Devon off the barstool hed been sitting on and
against the table. The other feral swept his hand over the wooden
surface, sending the bottles flying and creating more space for them.
Somehow, Devon ended up lying on his back, with Mason on top of
him, ravaging his mouth.
They might have ended up fucking right there, in the deserted bar
of the small hotel Mason had taken him to, had Devon not felt
something was wrong. Mason tensed above him and broke the kiss.
Hewitt, they both said at the same time.
They separated, and after Mason left a few bills on the counter,
they rushed out of the small hotel. They hadnt gone too far from The
Witching Hour, but that was by London standards. This meant they
were still a good distance from the club, much farther than both of
them would have liked in such circumstances.
Uncaring as to who might see them, Mason and Devon used their
supernatural speed. They were urged on by an increasing feeling of
doom, and a calm but very real fear they sensed coming from Hewitt.
The emotions were distant, as if through a veil, due to their
incomplete bond, but they were there, and undoubtedly true. What
had happened? Had the spirit wolves done something against Hewitt,
or had there been another feral attack? Devon was inclined to believe
in the latter option. As treacherous as the spirit wolves could be,
Hewitt had helped them in the past, and they had no reason to go
against the witch.
Mason and Devon had almost reached the club when a shot of
excruciating pain struck them. Devons beast immediately identified
the source as Hewitt and panicked. In fact, he might have shifted into
his wolf form had Mason not been there to anchor him.
And then, Hewitts presence in their minds dwindled to nothing.
Even as he ran, Devon gasped, the shock of his mates absence so
intense it nearly made him keel over. It was only the knowledge that
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Hewitt needed them that kept him from collapsing. In that agony, he
found renewed strength, and together with Mason, he ran even faster.
In spite of their race, however, their efforts proved to be futile.
When they at last reached the club, signs of devastation were
everywhere. Sirens sounded in the distance, the authorities having
probably been alerted. Devon followed his instincts to his mates trail
and soon found a crashed car just a few blocks away from the club. Its
windshield was shattered, and it looked like someones body had
flown through, propelled by a powerful impact force. Devon scented
Hewitts blood in the area, and knew without a doubt who the person
in question had been.
Twin roars echoed in the area as Devon and Mason screamed their
pain and anger. For the first time since hed become a feral, Devon
turned into a rabid beast, unable to control the power inside him. This
time, the knowledge of what had happened to Hewitt sent both Devon
and Mason into a frenzy.
The humans around them suddenly seemed like prey, perfect
targets for Devon to release his aggression on. There was a foul
stench in the air, though, something evil that gave Devon pause. A
creature like he had never encountered had been behind this attack.
Lost in his madness, Devon pursued the scent, with Mason right by
his side.
He no longer cared if the humans saw him, or if the spirit wolves
decided to hunt him. His mind had been completely taken over by the
instinct to kill. Deep inside, he still sensed Hewitt, and he somehow
knew the witch was still alive. That, and Masons presence, anchored
him and kept him from completely losing himself in his beast.
Whoever had taken Hewitt seemed to have been very fast, but
Devon didnt give up. He snarled at whoever tried to get in his way.
Everyone except Mason was an enemy. Nothing else mattered except
getting to their mate and rescuing him. Alas, the trace seemed to grow
ever fainter, disappearing into the numerous scents of the city. God,
they wouldnt be able to find Hewitt. They didnt have a chance.
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And then, all of a sudden, the world froze. Blinding light filled his
vision, and he stopped, no longer able to move a muscle. A white,
translucent wolf appeared in front of him. Devons reason might not
know who it was, but his soul did.
Every spirit wolf knew the story behind the creation of their
species. They had been brought into this world by the Spirit Mother,
the only one of them who was not bound by limitations of the flesh.
Devon had never actually seen the white wolf before, and sometimes,
hed had doubts that she existed at all. Ferals, at least, seemed to have
been abandoned by her. But if he wanted to be completely honest,
from time to time, he had felt the support of a hidden presence,
someone unseen, far greater than him or any earthly force, for that
matter.
In this moment, though, not even the Spirit Mother could calm
him down. He rebelled against her power, trying to break free of her
hold. Why was she keeping him from Hewitt? Could she truly be so
cruel so as to grant Devon and Mason a mate, then separate them?
You must remain calm, her voice sounded softly, like a spring
breeze reaching out to soothe Devons senses. You cant help your
mate if you lose yourselves.
How could she say something like that? Didnt she know that the
pain he and Mason experienced now was like having a thousand
needles piercing their bodies? Devons very soul writhed in agony.
Even so, the certainty in her words gave Devon pause. She could help
them. She could help Hewitt. Surely, she must know who had taken
the witch.
Clinging to his mates image, Devon managed to change back into
his human form. It was harder than it should have been, harder than
ever before. The sheer difficulty of it illustrated how close Devon was
to completely surrendering to his beast. As Mason did the same,
Devon realized his feral mate was in the same situation.
What would you have us do? Mason asked, his voice a low
growl. Wait?
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No, the Spirit Mother replied. You merely need to work with
the same people you hate. I will guide you, but you must make haste.
There isnt much time.
That wasnt very comforting for Devon. Taking a deep breath, he
fought to control himself. Just tell us what to do, he said to the
white wolf.
Relax and close your eyes, the Spirit Mother said. Remember,
this wont be easy, but it needs to be done.
Devon shared a look with Mason and nodded. Of course it would
be difficult. Hed already hated asking for the Magistrates help with
regard to the famous serum. But if Wolfram could help them find
Hewitt, Devon would grovel, plead, and even die.
Obeying his goddess, Devon allowed his eyes to drift shut.
Relaxing was impossible, but he did reach out for Masons hand and
hoped that would do. As he did so, he felt the very fabric of reality tilt
and shift. Even if his senses were screaming danger, he ignored his
own instincts of self-preservation and surrendered his very being to
the Spirit Mother.
He didnt know how much time passed, but at last, the world
seemed to be come stable again. Its all right, the Spirit Mother
said. You can open your eyes now.
Devon did, already knowing what he would find. His beast had
felt the presence of spirit wolves even before she had spoken. And
indeed, for the first time in many years, Devon found himself in the
presence of Magistrate Wolfram Rozenstadt.
The older spirit wolf had not changed much since Devon had last
seen him. The only visible trace of his age was his salt-and-pepper
hair and his eyes, those eyes that had always seemed so old. But even
the wisdom and power of the Magistrate could not intimidate Devon.
Hed been brought here for a purpose, and he fully intended to reach
that goal.
To his surprise, Devon also realized that they were not in a normal
room. Rather, the Spirit Mother had taken them to an airplane,
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obviously the one the Magistrate and his entourage meant to use to
get to London.
And there were certainly plenty of people around. Devon didnt
know them, but then again, hed been gone a long time. New
generations of hunters had emerged, some of them notoriously skilled.
Devon had never faced any of the spirit wolves here in a battle,
something he felt thankful for.
Naturally, though, the exchange between two parties that had
lived in conflict for centuries wouldnt have gone well. It was very
fortunate that the Spirit Mother hadnt left them, instead appearing in
the middle of the plane in her white wolf form.
Well, it appears introductions need to be made, she said, the
disembodied voice echoing through the plane without seeming to
actually come from her mouth. Wolfram, if you would do the
honors.
The Magistrate might have been surprised to see them there, but
he nevertheless followed the Spirit Mothers suggestion. Right, he
said. Everyone, these two gentlemen are Devon Saunders and Mason
Kale. As he spoke, he wordlessly handed Devon and Mason a pair of
shirts. They werent much, but theyd at least cover Devons and
Masons nudity.
Pointing to the two men closest to him, the Magistrate then said,
This is Fritz Bauer and Dietrich Dupont, my mates.
You must be Hewitts ferals, the dark-haired man identified as
Dietrich said with a frown. Im Dietrich Dupont. Where is Hewitt?
He was kidnapped by someone, or something, Devon replied as
he buttoned his shirt.
Ferals? another of the Magistrates companions asked. Devon
turned toward him and found himself facing a blond, slender human.
Oh, I apologize, the man added. Im Doctor Andrew Blunt.
Devon guessed the other two men around the doctor to be
Andrews mates. His suspicion was confirmed when the duo
introduced themselves as Valerius DAveram and Trent Hart.
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Once that was out of the way, Mason finally replied to the
doctors question. We dont know. It must be, but I cant understand
how ferals could defeat Hewitts wards.
Thats because it wasnt them who attacked The Witching
Hour, the Spirit Mother finally spoke out. All of the men present
turned toward the white wolf. Devon held his breath, waiting for the
explanation he had been denied.
Then who? he prodded.
To answer that, I must begin somewhere else, the white wolf
replied. You see, the worlds creatures as a whole are a mix of flesh
and spirit. Humans, for example, have very strong souls, but they
dont have the ability to control that strength and oftentimes allow
other factors to pollute it. Some, like Hewitt, are stronger, and their
magic stems from that. Beasts are to a certain extent similar, but their
souls lack the focus and the reason required for a true balance. Spirit
wolves represent a middle ground, but one that can be destroyed if
they lose themselves to that part of them that is purely animal. The
Spirit Mother seemed to consider her words, as if wondering just how
much those present could process. There are many other examples
that could be given, but I wont delve into that. Instead, I have to say
that there are also beings that are purely spirit or purely flesh. I and
others like me are soul alone, but soulless beings also exist. And one
of these creatures has taken Hewitt.
A soulless being? Mason repeated in disbelief. What do you
mean?
Creatures only of the flesh. Due to their affinity, they are
immune to Hewitts magic, or any type of magic for that matter, and
can only be hurt by blunt force. They are called Oriakai, by their
ancient name, but youre probably more familiar with the word orcs.
Orcs? Devon couldnt believe his ears. Hed always thought
there were some legends the humans had come up with that werent
actually true. For him, those foul little creatures were just the stuff of
stories. Apparently, hed been wrong.
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He didnt doubt the Spirit Mother, however, and it made sense

that Hewitt would have had trouble to fend off creatures immune to
his magic. Devon had no such problems, though. He understood blunt
force, and he just ached to sink his fangs and claws into those whod
dared to take his mate. All right, then. Where do we find them? he
inquired.
Not so fast, the Spirit Mother cautioned. They are stronger,
faster, and more agile than you. In current circumstances, you will not
be able to defeat them.
Devon was beginning to get irritated. No, more than irritated, he
was out of his mind with concern for his mate and tired of riddles. He
just wanted to be pointed in one direction and start slashing. Whatever
the Spirit Mother said, he was convinced that between him and
Mason, they would be able to tear apart whoever stood between them
and Hewitt.
I know what youre thinking, the white wolf told him in a
reprimanding, but gentle tone. If you run ahead without knowledge
of how to deal with this threat, you will not be able to help your
mate.
Spirit Mother, the Magistrate said at last, tell us what we must
do. We will contact every spirit wolf if its required.
Im afraid its not that easy. Its not about your core ability to
fight. No, its much more complex than that. To be brief, the leader of
the orcs needs spiritual energy to fully escape the prison he is
currently held in. If you went as you are, youd only make things
worse, as he is very powerful. To defeat his minions, you have to
become flesh like them, she replied. You have to surrender to your
basest instincts and turn into what you fear most.
Silence fell, the roar of the planes engines sounding almost
obscenely loud. Devon couldnt believe his ears. All his life, hed
been berated for becoming a feral, and now, it seemed that to beat the
worst threat ever to cross his path, he needed to embrace what he was.
Hed have laughed if the situation wasnt so serious.
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Fight fire with fire, you mean, he said, breaking the ominous
quiet.
Indeed. It will not be easy. You might not realize it, but deep
inside, you are still spirit wolves. To do this, I must completely
remove my hold over you, and you will feel it.
Anything for Hewitt, Mason answered without missing a beat.
I didnt expect anything less. You will need help, though, as the
orcs are very numerous and would overpower you.
Thats where we come in, Wolfram concluded. We have to
become feral as well.
A gasp escaped Doctor Blunt, and Devon knew the former human
must be remembering the other times hed seen ferals. It couldnt
have been pretty, and Devon had no doubt some nasty testing had
been involved while perfecting the famous serum.
Only those with mates can do this, the Spirit Mother added.
Two can turn for each pairing, as they need an anchor to come back
to.
Dietrich and I will go, the Magistrates second mate, Fritz, said.
The spirit wolves cant afford risking their Magistrate.
Wolfram looked like he was about to protest, but the white wolf
didnt give him the chance. You are still human, Fritz, the Spirit
Mother said. Im afraid you cannot help in this. Our people would
not take kindly should they hear of this, but we have no other choice.
Devon agreed. Spirit wolves werent fond of ferals, and having
the Magistrate become one would plunge their entire fabric of society
into chaos. To a certain extent, Devon was shocked that the
Magistrates mates had offered to do this in the first place. True,
Dietrich was Hewitts friend, but Devon had long ago learned that
friendship didnt mean squat when real challenges appeared. Devon
only hoped no one ever heard the Magistrate had become a feral.
You can count on Val and me, Trent Hart said. The doctor
seemed upset, but he didnt comment, having obviously expected this
turn of events.
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Good, the Spirit Mother replied approvingly. I will get the

reinforcements. Remember that once youre inside their lair, youll
have to stay in separate groups, or youll attack each other. Devon and
Mason will follow the trail to Hewitt, while the rest will have to
distract the orcs. She paused, as if considering her next words. You
can do this, my children. There is no doubt in my mind that you can
beat them, if only you stand together.
Devon had the strangest feeling that shed known about this for
quite a while. But deities were supposed to be like that, werent they?
They provided more questions rather than answers, and when they did
offer solutions, they left those who believed in them without an
explanation.
In spite of this, Devon trusted the Spirit Mother. Hearing her say
that they could save Hewitt encouraged him. Nodding briskly, he took
one more look at the gathered spirit wolves. He still didnt trust them,
but the idea that they would give up their hard-earned control and
become what they most feared, just to help Hewitt, made him see
them differently.
The increasing urgency he felt to find his mate didnt allow him to
dwell on that further, though. Let us go, he told them.
Mason nodded, obviously thinking the same thing. Hewitt could
be hurt. We must hurry.
All right. Close your eyes, my children, the Spirit Mother said
again. And remember, stay together and dont lose sight of your
goal. Your mates need you.
Those words were meant not only for Devon and Mason, but also
for the others. However, Devon could no longer focus on anyones
presence but Masons. The world shifted once more, and Devon was
propelled through time and space from the spirit wolves plane to a
much darker, dangerous spot.
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Chapter Six
When Mason opened his eyes, the darkness enshrouding his new
environment took him somewhat by surprise. The air smelt humid and
nasty, the acrid stench telling Mason exactly where they were. Why
wasnt he surprised the filthy creatures that had taken Hewitt lived in
a sewer?
Orcs. Mason had never thought he would ever have to face those
creatures of nightmare, but he didnt fear them. He only feared that
they would be too late. What if they didnt arrive in time to save
Hewitt? Already, his incomplete connection with Hewitt told him the
witch was in pain. Just that knowledge had Mason on the edge,
terrified of what could happen.
Mason shook himself, struggling to keep a clear mind. He and
Devon were here, and they had support from Hewitts friends. They
had not arrived together, but that was normal, given that the Spirit
Mother had told them it would be best to approach their enemies in
pairs.
Mason still had many questions, one of them being who the
famous leader of the orcs was. But there had been no time to go into
details regarding that. He only knew that the guy was badass, and
somehow trapped, possibly in some sort of magical prison. If that was
the case, it might be why Hewitt had been taken in the first place.
Mason couldnt be sure, but right now, his priority was getting his
mate to safety. Hed worry about the rest later.
Together with Devon, Mason started walking down the sewer
passageway. The smell irritated him, as it blocked his senses.
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Nevertheless, his instincts told him exactly where he needed to go and

in what direction he would find his mate.
The Spirit Mothers voice appeared in his mind. Ready? she
asked.
Hell, yes. Mason might not know what he was getting himself
into. Even after hed become a feral, hed always retained a portion of
his spirit wolf nature. But Hewitt and Devon were relying on him, and
Mason would give his very life for his mates if it was needed.
After sharing one last look with Devon, Mason melted into his
wolf form. Devon did the same, and for a few moments, they waited.
Uncertain as to what would follow, Mason carefully started walking
forward.
And then, it happened. A wave of power swept over him, then
returned, like a vengeful tide. It drew at something deep within
Mason, snapping a cord inside him. A strange presence that Mason
had never truly been aware of disappeared. The pain of it was
staggering and so intense that Mason couldnt even vocalize it.
But no, he was no longer Mason. He was just a wolf, an animal
whose territory had been encroached upon. The pain dissipated, and
he bared his fangs in the darkness. In a strange way, it seemed that his
whole outlook on reality had changed. He saw the world in different
terms. He remembered his target, but they now represented prey, not
enemies.
There were only two things that remained the same. The wolf by
his side, and their mate. In this form, they could very well be
nameless, but that spark was still there, the only piece of their souls
that had survived the shock.
They started running, fully focused, every doubt and fear
becoming pure, beastly determination. The orcs were close now. He
could smell them even in spite of the putrid stench of the sewer. He
couldnt wait to rip them to pieces, tear them apart, and teach them
that no one ever touched something that belonged to him and lived.
Well, no one except his mates.
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Strange gurgling sounds echoed in front of him, and instinctively,

he knew there were orcs waiting in the darkness. They hadnt sensed
him and his mate, however. The wolf could grasp the savage
satisfaction in the air, but no apprehension, and certainly not that
knowledge another predator had whenever an opponent approached.
He saw several orcs standing guard, blocking his way. They were
far uglier than he had expected, but his wolf didnt care about their
looks. His instincts took in the creatures, finding the most vulnerable
spots, the places where he should strike.
They did indeed seem quite powerful, their limbs and bodies built
to maximize strength and agility, without care to appearances. Under
normal circumstances, hed have kept his distance, but today, hed
come here to take back what was his. And he had his mate by his side.
He felt confident that the two of them could take down the group of
orcs.
As one, the wolves lunged forward, pouncing on the creatures in
front of them. The first few went down without being able to fight
back. The wolf instinctively knew that they would have put up a great
deal of resistance, and as such, ripped the creatures jugular in two
brusque motions. His mate did the same, and so they took out the first
two with ease. After that, however, the rest of the creatures snapped
out of their shock and attacked.
Like the Spirit Mother had said, these beasts were strong.
However, the wolf found a new source of energy within him, pure
brute strength that hadnt been there before. He felt larger than before,
his canines sharper, his senses fine tuned and able to detect even the
slightest shift in the air. He intercepted two of his attackers and
dodged them, drawing angry snarls from the creatures. Their claws
could have easily torn into the wolfs flesh, but he managed to avoid
that. The beasts seemed surprised at the fluidity of his motions,
obviously not knowing how to deal with him and his mate, and that
gave the two wolves the advantage they needed. Faster than expected,
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the group of orcs were taken care of and left lying in the smelly sewer
water.
Satisfied with the outcome, the wolf didnt feel particularly
tempted to consume the flesh of his prey. Even the brief taste of the
orcs blood had been foul. Besides, the last spark of soul that
remained within him beckoned him to advance, urged him forward.
Hewitt was waiting for him, and the wolfs need for his mate
overcame everything else.
There was something else, though, a growing fear, a terror that
had not disappeared when hed changed from a normal feral tothis.
Hewitts pain was still there, more intense than ever, threatening to
break what little control the wolf had left.
With every second that passed, the agony increased and the bond
between the three mates trembled under its weight. The two wolves
rushed forward, occasionally running into more packs of orcs and
eliminating them like they had the first.
Some sort of distant knowledge made him aware that there were
others like him within the premises of the area. The memories of his
time as Mason identified them as the other former spirit wolves,
probably in the same condition as him.
At last, after what seemed like forever, he and his mate reached a
large chamber filled with the nasty creatures. This time, taking the
orcs out wouldnt be easy, as they had sensed the intrusion in their
territory. From several other corridors, more groups of wolves
appeared, however, distracting and confusing the wicked beasts.
Sadly, it seemed that all their efforts might end up for naught.
Hewitt was in the middle of the chamber, lying on a slab of stone.
Thick chains bound him, leaving him unable to move. Large incisions
had been made against the full length of his arms, and blood dripped
into the filthy water, making the entire picture look even more
grotesque.
The agony the wolf felt knew no bounds. He attacked, no longer
being able to register anything else except the pain, the desire to kill,
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and his feral mates echoing urge. The orcs that fell in their path no
longer moved fast enough, and their strength became useless in the
face of the wolfs anger.
That boundless fury was something visceral, but also rooted in
that small part of him that remained connected to his true self. To a
certain extent, it couldnt even be fully processed. The wolf just knew
he needed to protect his mate, and avenge him. But there were so
many foes in their path, and oddly enough, something else in the air
and in the water, like a wave of energy that attempted to reach out to
something deep within the spirit wolves. It was futile, as the magic of
the powerful souls had disappeared behind the mask of the animal.
For his part, the wolf understood little of the spirit-aimed spell
that hunted him. He didnt know what it meant, and didnt care, just
like he didnt care about any of the creatures who lunged toward him,
intending to stop him from achieving his goal. His animalistic anger
swept away everything in his path. Still, it seemed to take forever
until at last, he and his mate reached the slab where Hewitt lay.
The witch was so still and so pale, no longer the man the two
wolves had met and fallen for. Hewitt had been so full of life, of
magic and beauty, that it was hard to believe these beasts had dared to
destroy him. The sight of him crushed something within the wolf, and
all of a sudden, he once more became Mason.
The Spirit Mothers voice echoed inside his mind. Take him and
get out of there. Hurry!
Mason knew what she meant and what she feared. This time, the
magic that had attempted to stop him and failed could echo within
that part of him most needing his mate.
Unwilling to allow his despair to wreck what little chances he had,
Mason changed into his human form. He ripped apart the chains
holding the witch, hissing when ice-cold fingers seemed to wrap
around his spine. Devon helped him, fully focused on Hewitt, even if
he was probably suffering from the same thing.
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At last, Hewitt was free. Mason took the witch in his arms and,
followed by Devon, started to run in the direction of the exit. Behind
him, he sensed an ominous presence following. Wicked howls
sounded all around him, and whatever being meant to catch them
backed off, distracted.
Mason and Devon managed to leave the chamber safe and sound.
Once they were out of the strange powers reach, the Spirit Mother
spoke to them again. Open your minds to me. Dont lose yourselves.
Reach out and you will be safe.
It was easy for her to say. Even if Mason had regained his
identity, the almost insane terror he felt for his mates life had him on
the brink of completely losing it once again. He focused on
complying, knowing that it was the only way they could get out of
there safe and sound.
Devon squeezed his shoulder, and Mason found comfort in that
brief touch. He allowed his eyes to drift shut, and once more, he was
propelled beyond the boundaries of space. When he broke free of the
trance, he found himself in the spirit wolves plane once again.
The aircraft was quite luxurious, boasting armchairs and
comfortable settees in the main room and even small bedrooms
farther back. A couple of people were still here, the mates of the men
currently risking their lives for Hewitt. Doctor Blunt approached
Mason and Devon, giving them a serious look. Take him to one of
the rooms. Ill check him over.
Mason chose a random chamber and placed Hewitt on the bed. In
spite of having escaped the orcs, they were not out of the woods yet.
Hewitt was gravely injured, and Mason had no idea how to save him.
Doctor Blunt looked over Hewitts injuries, his expression grim.
Im afraid theres nothing I can do with the equipment I have here.
Even if the Spirit Mother takes us to the hospital, Im not sure I would
be able to help.
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As if summoned by the medics words, the white wolf appeared

there, watching them with luminous, caring eyes. You do know what
you must do, she told Mason.
Mason shook his head. It will crush him. Theres no way his
body and soul can survive a change in his condition.
He will die either way, the Spirit Mother pointed out. Wont
you take the chance for him?
The problem wasnt that Mason didnt want to take the chance.
His instincts screamed at him to claim Hewitt, turn him into a feral,
and give the witch the healing abilities he would need to survive this.
It was almost impossible to keep himself from doing so, as his wolf
was already begging, whining for him to act. But at the same time,
something held him back. Turning Hewitt into a feral could break the
witch, kill him beyond what the orcs could possibly do. Mason had
seen many bitten humans, and they were no longer the same people
theyd been before. While spirit wolves turned feral often managed to
skirt the edge of madness and retain some of their reason, the former
humans had no such luck. Mason dreaded turning Hewitt into that.
He will live through it, Devon told him with more certainty than
Mason felt. We wont let him leave us.
As Andrew discreetly left the room, Mason nodded, even if he
knew Devons words to be an encouragement his mate didnt truly
believe in. In all his life, Mason had never felt so afraid, not even
when hed been a newly emerging feral, banished by his own kind.
He realized all too well Devon was going through the same horrible
moments.
But what choice did they have? They couldnt leave Hewitt to die,
and at this point, the witch was beyond medical assistance. Both he
and Devon climbed into the bed with their mate. Devon gathered the
injured witch to his chest, and Mason lowered his mouth over
Hewitts neck.
His feral mate did the same at the other side of Hewitt, and
together, they bit down, finally claiming the witch.
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Mason would have done anything to change the circumstances.

They should be enjoying this, reveling in finally completing their
bond, not fearing it, not pushed into it by factors beyond their control.
Either way, the moment Hewitts blood hit his taste buds, Mason
knew he and Devon had done the right thing. Something clicked
inside his head, and a wave of peace swept over him, stronger than
even the Spirit Mother could ever be. It was incomparable,
indescribable, and for the first time in forever, Mason felt his wolf
quieting down, tamed by a love that could transcend all limits.
It seemed as if a thick, golden cord now bound him and his mates
together. He sensed the same emotions echoing within the two men,
and at the same time, could feel Hewitts aches and pains, his
weakness and the burn left behind by the agonizing treatment hed
experienced at the hands of the orcs.
Mason would have been inclined to fall back onto his old
impulses and anger, except the warmth of their bond was flowing into
Hewitt. The witchs wounds began to mend, and Mason sensed
Hewitts consciousness flare back to life.
Hewitt moaned in his arms, and at the sound, Mason forced
himself to release his witch from the bite. Devon followed his
example and licked the wound, sealing it. Just as they did so,
however, Hewitt twitched and fell back against Devon. His eyes flew
open, and he started convulsing, his body writhing on the bed. He
clutched Masons shoulders, fingernails digging painfully in Masons
flesh.
Mason and Devon could do nothing but hold their mate, focus on
their bond, and hope. Hewitt had already been so weak, and having to
withstand the harshness of the transformation could kill him. Mason
had known that, but he had to believe Hewitts strength and that of
their connection.
With a distant part of him, he registered more people arriving, the
rest of the spirit wolves being retrieved from the sewers. There was
quite a lot of noise, snarling and shouting, and Mason sensed many
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ferals nearby. They were probably having trouble with going back to
the way theyd been before.
Things started to quiet down soon, though, which Mason guessed
must be due to the intervention of the spirit wolf mates. Much to
Masons glee, his mate began to calm down as well. At last, Hewitts
erratic breathing slowed, and his glassy-looking eyes cleared,
focusing on Mason. Mason? Devon? What happened?
Mason could have kissed Hewitt at hearing those sweet words. In
fact, he decided to do just that and pressed his mouth to Hewitts. The
witch gasped, obviously surprised at the sudden assault. Even so,
Hewitt didnt protest. On the contrary, he surrendered to the kiss, his
tongue meeting Masons with uncharacteristic savagery. Naturally,
Devon wouldnt be denied either, and as soon as Mason broke away
from Hewitt, he took over, delving into a hot-as-hell lip-lock.
It was in that moment that Mason realized they were all basically
naked. Hewitt just had on the remnants of the suit hed formerly been
dressed in, while Mason and Devon were completely nude. The
proximity of their bodies was not in any way conducive to rational
thought. Mason allowed his hands to roam over Hewitts beloved
form, taking in the perfect planes and contours, greedily mapping
every inch of skin. Hewitt released a low growl under his breath. His
eyes were wild with the lust only a feral could feel. Come on, lovers.
Fuck me.
Mason would have very much liked to do just that, but the molten
heat in Hewitts gaze and the almost animalistic response to the
touches reminded him of the circumstances. Calm down, babe, he
told Hewitt. You were hurt. Do you remember?
They didnt let go of Hewitt, but they stopped the intimate, fartoo-addicting touches. Much to Masons relief, Hewitts gaze started
to clear of the lust. Deep inside him, Mason understood that no,
Hewitt had not fallen into the feral insanity. And there was something
more, something Mason couldnt quite grasp, but that he knew would
be very important.
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Shaking himself, Mason focused on the most important thing, his

mates safety. Hewitt? he prodded.
I remember, the witch replied tensely. Thosethings attacked
the club. I tried to draw them away from the other people, and they
ambushed me. After that, its all a bit blurry. There was something
there, a power greater than my own. I
Hewitt gripped his forehead and released a choked noise.
Instantly, both Mason and Devon hugged their mate tightly. Shh,
Devon whispered. Dont think about it anymore. Dont force
yourself. Youre safe now, and we wont allow anything else to
happen to you.
Slowly, Hewitt began to relax. All right, he finally said with a
shaky laugh. As he slipped out of the embrace, the witch looked
around the room. Now, where in the world are we and how did we
get here?
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Hewitt watched his two mates, his mind still struggling with an
onslaught of images he had trouble processing. Like he had told
Mason and Devon, he didnt remember much after the car accident,
and he suspected that might not be a very bad thing. What he did
recall was not pleasant at all. Flashes of monstrous faces peering
down teased him, and the echoes of his own screams sounded in his
ear. He felt a blade run over his skin, parting the flesh, and a hot,
branding presence trying to crawl inside him, to empty him and drain
him dry.
It was Masons voice that snapped him out of his trance.
Hewitt? the wolf asked in a worried tone. Babe, can you hear me?
Hewitt blinked at Mason and cursed himself for losing it like that.
He was stronger than this. Hed faced countless perils and had been
close to dying more than once. It was a witchs destiny to always be
on the run, because many coveted the power that could make a human
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into an immortal. Hewitt in particular had always been very talented

and therefore in more danger than most. He shouldnt be so affected
by this.
He shook himself and took a deep breath. Yeah. Sorry. He
cleared his throat and decided the best way to deal with this was to
brave the situation. You were telling me about how we got here?
Mason gave him a concerned look, while Devon hugged him once
again. Hewitt could feel their anxiety, the lingering traces of their
terror, and he could only imagine what they must have gone through.
Just the thought of losing either of them made Hewitt more scared
than any of those flashbacks ever could.
The Spirit Mother helped us find you, Mason replied. The orcs
were holding you in a sewer. The Magistrate and his men distracted
them while we got you out.
Hewitt arched a brow in surprise. The spirit wolves? You met up
with them? For the first time, he realized the place he was didnt feel
like a normal bed and a normal home. They wereon a plane.
Theyre here, he concluded.
He felt rather than saw Devon nod. Youll see them later.
Theyre recovering. You should be resting, too.
The words were quite vague, and Hewitt immediately panicked.
He couldnt just go to sleep without knowing if his friends were
injured. Not only that, but he felt strange, his magic off kilter, and the
only thing that anchored him was the closeness with his mates.
Dont be afraid, a sudden female voice said. Everyone is fine.
Hewitt looked beyond Masons shoulder and saw a translucent
white wolf looking at him with strange, ghostly eyes. He gasped,
already knowing who it was. He had never been in the presence of
such power, but his every sense was overwhelmed by her. His nerve
endings screamed with the spiritual energy she emanated, and a part
of him that he didnt really recognize told him to bare his throat in
submission.
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If Mason and Devon hadnt been there, Hewitt suspected hed

have broken down completely. It was just too much, this peculiar
change within him, the attack, and now the presence of the Spirit
Mother.
Dont fear me, the white wolf said again. You are my child
now, just like Mason and Devon are.
Her child? What did that mean? Hewitt looked toward his mates
for an answer, but they were avoiding his gaze. In that moment,
Hewitt understood. He had been severely injured, and the two wolves
had claimed him to save his life.
Hewitt had only heard of one person who was half witch, half
spirit wolf, his friend, Dietrich. Dietrich, however, had been born that
way. Hewitt had only ever been a witch, and he had no idea how to
cope with a new power.
As realization struck, his mind opened, and he at last faced the
facet of him that had been waiting in the shadows. A wolf was there,
deep within him but very real, as genuine and true as Hewitts magic
was. Hewitt tried to reach for it, but he was afraid, and his beast
sensed it. The wolf recoiled, and its spiritual energy clashed against
the witch power of Hewitts soul.
Pain exploded through Hewitt, and he blindly tried to find
something, anything that would help him soothe the agony. To his
shock, he did. His two mates were suddenly in his mind, their
presence a balm for his strained senses. Their bond was so powerful
now that Hewitt could feel their every emotion. Their love brought his
beast back out of its hiding place, and Hewitt leaned against their
mental presence for support.
And then, the Spirit Mother was there as well. Again, child, she
said. Try again.
So, Hewitt did. He once more reached out for the wolf. At first,
the skittish beast wouldnt obey, but the insistence, as well as the
presence of his two mates and the Spirit Mother, made all the
difference in the world. Finally, Hewitt found himself kneeling in
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front of a dark-furred wolf who was analyzing him with curious eyes.
Hewitt gently touched the beasts head, and at that, the wolf stepped
forward, no longer so hesitant. Something clicked inside Hewitts
heart, and he wrapped his arms around the wolf, holding onto the
animal tightly. He buried his face in the wolfs fur, feeling lightheaded and lighthearted when the beast relaxed in his hold.
He didnt know how long he just sat there, in the realm of his own
mind. When he finally snapped out of his trance, he felt a new peace,
but also a new anxiety. For ages, hed been familiar with his magic,
with the powers he used to control the aether. This was something so
different, and while Hewitt was excited about it, he still wasnt sure
how to make use of it.
Dont worry, babe, Devon told him, obviously guessing his
thoughts. Well teach you everything you need to know.
Once more, Hewitt looked at his mates, noting there was
something different about them. Their eyes were clear, no longer
bearing that wildness that identified them as ferals. Hewitts witch
powers might not have been able to put a finger on the change, but his
wolf did. YoureYoure not feral anymore.
Of course they arent, the Spirit Mother replied. The bond
works both ways, you know.
All three men stared at her in disbelief. For his part, Hewitt
couldnt believe that all their concern had been virtually pointless,
when they could have easily bonded from the very beginning and
avoided this whole mess. But then again, godly beings were beyond
his power of comprehension. Hewitt, and likely everyone else, could
never hope to understand what they were thinking.
Does that mean were not in danger of becoming feral anymore,
or of hurting Hewitt? Mason inquired.
Youre safe from that, the white wolf replied, but you do have
other pressing concerns.
Once more, the images from earlier flashed through Hewitts
mind. He could easily imagine what pressing concerns she was
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referring to. He still couldnt understand why the orcs had managed to
circumvent his spells and why they had kidnapped him in the first
place. They had a leader, clearly, because beings like that didnt just
get fixed on a particular target for no reason. They were followers,
and they must have been obeying the commands of another. It could
only be that presence Hewitt had felt. But who, or what, was it?
As if guessing his thoughts, the Spirit Mother spoke out again.
Come. I know you are tired, but you probably have many questions
you need answering before you can rest. There are clothes in the
drawers. When you are ready, meet us in the main room.
And just like that, she disappeared, reminding Hewitt that yes, she
was a deity, and he was very lucky to have her on his side. He was
still so very confused, but he forced himself to calm down. First and
foremost, he was a witch, and that would never change. Witches
braved all incoming storms without fear. They always landed on their
feet, like the black cats that supposedly accompanied them as
familiars. But the strangest thing was that, unlike other times, Hewitt
was not in this alone. Yes, he had friendswitches in general stuck
togetherbut none of them meant as much to him as Mason and
Devon. He was not afraid to admit that he felt out of his depth, but
with the two men by his side, he thought that maybe he could learn
how to be a wolf, too.
The most confusing thing was that, in spite of having received the
bite from Mason and Devon, he wasnt sure he should have had a
beast in the first place. From what he knew of the Magistrates mates
and the other humans who had been claimed, they had not turned into
spirit wolves. Instead, they had only become stronger, immune to
disease, and unlikely to age. Why was Hewitt different?
She called me her child, he mused. Why? Why do I have a
wolf, too?
Devon and Mason seemed startled. It looked like this dilemma
hadnt occurred to them. Youre right, Mason said. That is weird.
But Im sure well receive an explanation soon.
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Hewitt hoped so. Suddenly, he had a feeling that the appearance

of his wolf wasnt something that had shocked the Spirit Mother. In
fact, he suspected that other beings might not have been surprised by
it either, including the strange presence that had hurt him. There was
something not right about this, and Hewitt had to learn what as soon
as possible.
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Chapter Seven
Doctor Andrew Blunt paced up and down in the main room of the
plane. He wiped his sweaty palms against the material of his slacks,
feeling useless and helpless.
As a doctor, there was nothing worse than being unable to aid a
patient, except perhaps when the patient in question was someone he
knew and loved. It was bad enough that Hewitt Moore had been
kidnapped and severely injured. The fact that Trent and Val had been
wounded during the expedition as well didnt make him happy at all.
Would you stop worrying, baby? Vals arms went around him
as the wolf whispered in his ear. Were here now, and were safe.
We heal really quickly, remember? Trent added.
Yes, Drew remembered, but he was still terrified of losing them.
Trents job as a hunter perpetually put him in danger, and Drew had
hoped that the new plan for peace the Magistrate had come up with
would make things better. Apparently, hed been mistaken. The last
thing he had expected when hed gone on this trip was to be forced to
see his lovers half insane.
Drew would forever remember the way Trent and Val had looked
in those alien, huge wolf bodies. They had still been his mates, but at
the same time, so very different. For the first time, he had been scared
of them, and he didnt like it. And then, they had come back from
their fight, and that fear had melted into abject terror. He could only
thank God, the Spirit Mother, and whatever other deity watched over
them that no one had been fatally injured.
Im sorry, he told them, taking a deep breath. Im calm. Im
fine.
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He stole a look farther into the room, where his son stood with his
own mates. Drew couldnt afford to have a meltdown. He had Paulie
to worry about, Paulie who was still so new at having spirit wolf
mates, who had two hunter lovers, and whod been hit even harder by
this entire thing. Fortunately, neither Sebastian nor Marcus had
suffered injuries beyond their healing abilities, but it had been very
scary, regardless.
Drew slipped out of Vals embrace and headed toward his son.
His two mates followed silently. Drew knew they were concerned for
Paulie as well, as they considered the younger man a sort of surrogate
son.
Paulie looked up at them as they approached. Hey, Dad, he said
with a tremulous smile. You okay?
Fine, Drew replied, knowing he didnt sound very convincing.
You?
Paulie leaned against Sebastian and Marcus, nodding. Just give
me a minute and I will be.
Drew watched the trio with a touch of relief in his heart. Sebastian
and Marcus were good for his son. He could not have asked for better
mates. For a long time, he had feared that Paulie would age while
Drew remained young due to his bond with Trent and Val. Sebastian
and Marcus had showed up to eliminate that problem, and Drew
would forever be grateful for that.
But looking around, Drew realized they still had a significant
problem. The Magistrate and his second-in-command, Klaus, both sat
with their respective mates. Trents brother, Ash, was also there,
together with Drews friend, Daniel, and their mate, Linden. Everyone
seemed as confused as Drew was, which did not fill Drew with
confidence. He had never known the Magistrate to be unaware or
confused about anything of such gravity. It unsettled him greatly.
How could he help his son and his mates if he didnt understand what
was going on? And what about Hewitt? What had happened to the
witch? Drew had wanted to assist, but hed almost instantly known
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Hewitt was beyond any help Drew could provide. The blood loss had
been too great. Drew imagined the two ferals hed met earlier must
have claimed Hewitt, but he wasnt sure the three-way bond would
work the same way as it had before in Hewitts case.
His doubts were put to rest when all of a sudden, Hewitt walked
into the room, followed by his two mates. Both men loomed over
Hewitt, protectively watching his every move. Their connection was
so obvious that Drew berated himself for ever questioning it in the
first place.
As Hewitts friend, Dietrich was predictably very pleased at
seeing the witch. Thank the Spirit Mother, he said with a sigh of
relief. Id almost given up hope.
You shouldnt have worried, Hewitt replied. Im too stubborn
to die.
Klaus and his two mates, Ross and Clay, directed their attention to
Hewitt as well. Its great to see you better, Klaus offered. You
remember my mates, right?
Yes. Hewitt smiled weakly. I helped to find you two. Im glad
things worked out for you.
Not as glad as we are, believe me, Ross replied. Drew agreed.
The trio had been through an emotional grinder until they had finally
managed to settle down. Drew didnt envy them for what theyd been
forced to go through. He could only admire the strength all three men
had proven to have. He didnt know if hed have been so strong had
he ended up in their situation.
Introductions were reiterated, mostly for Hewitts benefit and that
of his mates. Earlier, none of them could pay much attention to
manners, so it was only now that Drew could truly focus on Mason
and Devon. They were both large men, especially Mason, who also
seemed to emanate a sense of authority that reminded Drew of Val,
and to a certain extent, the Magistrate. Both Mason and Devon were
obviously very grateful for the assistance they had received, and while
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they didnt go around giving hugs, they were no longer as openly

hostile as they had been in the beginning.
The Spirit Mother pointed out that there are some things we
should all know, Mason said at last.
We have been waiting for that as well. Wolfram frowned,
seeming displeased with something. When I went down there, I
could feel a force clinging to us, something tainted and dark. It was as
if it reached out into me, trying todrain me.
As always, your senses are very sharp, the Spirit Mother said,
finally manifesting in front of them. Even with all the times hed seen
her do that, Drew still couldnt get used to her overwhelming
presence. Its time I give you a more complete explanation, she
added.
All men sat wherever they found seats. In spite of the seriousness
of the situation, Drew found himself cuddling in his mates embrace,
enjoying their warmth and their scent. He pushed the arousal that
threatened to swamp him to the back of his mind. He would deal with
that later, when they were in private and not taking in life-altering
information.
As I mentioned earlier, the orcs are beings of pure flesh, the
Spirit Mother said. They were brought into being by a creature we
call Galadon. A long time ago, Galadon was banished from our
realm into the astral plane, where he has no power due to his
alignment to matter and not spirit. But now, he seems to have found a
way to return. I anticipated this might happen with the worsening of
the hostilities between spirit wolves and ferals.
Drew had never actually considered an outside factor might have
been involved in this civil war within the same species. He recalled
Joseph Dupont, Dietrichs father and, coincidentally, the feral who
had been behind numerous deaths and almost destroyed Klaus. He
wondered if that man fit into this somehow, in spite of his death at
Klauss hands.
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Perhaps the Spirit Mother had guessed his thoughts, as she began
to explain, Indeed, Joseph was only a tool in Galadons hands. Im
afraid this war is only beginning. And Hewitt here is unfortunately a
very important piece of the puzzle.
I dont understand, Hewitt said, sounding torn and just a bit
angry. Does this have anything to do with the appearance of my
wolf?
His wolf? Drew shared a confused look with his mates. What did
the witch mean by that? Was he referring to his mates or something
different? By the way hed phrased the question, he seemed to imply
that he had a beast within him, like the spirit wolves. But that was
impossible, wasnt it?
Somewhat, the Spirit Mother answered. You see, Galadon
wasnt always what he is now. He used to have a soul, albeit a very
dark one. But to his mind, this part of him weighed him down. He
decided to get rid of it and exchange it for a different power, one over
flesh. The result was quite unexpected, but then, not even witches can
control all outcomes.
He is a witch? Hewitt gaped at the white wolf. ButHow?
You know it is possible, Hewitt. The Spirit Mother eyed Hewitt
speculatively. Witches have very powerful souls, but also great
ambitions and exceedingly intense abilities. And as all of you here
realize, the more power someone has, the stronger the need for it
becomes. Surrendering ones soul is not something anyone can do,
but after spending entire lifetimes coming up with a solution to
circumvent the limits of his existence, Galadon found a way.
There is always a way. Hewitt rubbed his eyes tiredly. That is
the beauty and the danger of magic.
Too true. And here is where you come in, my dear. Having lived
many years, Galadon predictably had numerous sexual liaisons. A
son was born out of one of these temporary relationships. That child
was your ancestor.
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Hewitt seemed to turn into pure stone. The very air inside the
plane seemed to freeze. But alas, the Spirit Mother wasnt done. To
prevent the danger the boy represented, I placed a woman in his path,
one of my most beloved children. Their progeny eventually became
your great-great-greatwell, many times great-grandfather.
Drew felt cold inside, and he cuddled even closer to his mates.
The Spirit Mothers explanation made sense, but he couldnt help but
feel that her interference, and that of other creatures like her,
somehow violated the independence hed always believed he had.
Years back, hed only been a human, a doctor who loved his son
above all else and whod accidentally stumbled onto the world of
paranormals. Had that meeting been engineered, too? What other
choices he thought hed made had been directed by beings more
powerful than himself?
For once, his concerns were not addressed. The Spirit Mother was
looking straight at Hewitt, who seemed to be having trouble
processing the new information. At last, she delivered the final blow.
And Im afraid that now, Galadon wants to use you as a shell to
return from the astral plane. His most potent abilities are over matter,
and he needs a powerful spiritual vessel to fully escape the astral
plane. This is why you could not go down there as spirit wolves. Your
souls would have just fed him the energy he needs.
Mason growled angrily. Omnipotent being or not, hes not
touching Hewitt.
Devons expression was dark and foreboding. Well die before
we let anything happen to him.
I would hope no deaths will be necessary, the Spirit Mother
answered. I know youre angry and frightened. Take some time for
yourselves. There is a way to stop him. We must just seal the breach
between dimensions that allowed him to reach out, but to do that, you
must be calm and anchored.
Hewitt nodded, still seeming dazed. I wantI want to go home.
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Understandable, the Spirit Mother replied. Rest and we will

talk again soon.
In the blink of an eye, the three men were gone. Drew released a
small gasp, even if he had witnessed that phenomenon before. The
entire situation was too scary, and even if he was no child, he felt
young, superfluous, and stupid, unable to understand the big players
that were suddenly using him and his mates as pawns.
Whether the Spirit Mother read his mind or not, it obviously
didnt matter. Drew found that he cared little about what she thought.
Oh, he should probably be afraid of her or something like that, but
instead, he was angry, and he just wanted this whole thing over with
so he could crawl into bed with his mates and convince himself their
bond was real.
So now what? he asked, amazed when his voice didnt tremble.
What do we do?
The Spirit Mother looked at each of them in turn. Now, we get
ready to face this. By the time this day is over, all of you will have
played a part in the most important event in your lives.
Talk about no pressure. Well, Drew hadnt chosen his profession
because he was a coward. Let that creep Galadon come. Drew was
tired of being used. He might be only a human, but he would do his
best to help in any way he could.
He saw the same determination on the faces of the people around
him. Smiling grimly, Drew squeezed his mates hands. He didnt kid
himself. This would probably be hard as hell, but together, they might
just have a chance to make it work.
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Hewitt was used to magic, to unexpected spells and changes of
location. He didnt have the skill to teleport, as that took a stream of
energy that could easily get out of control if not handled well.
However, he couldnt say he was taken by surprise when the Spirit
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Mothers power washed over him, sending him and his mates away
from the plane and into a different place.
One moment, he was standing in front of the spirit wolves and
trying to understand exactly how hed ended up the focus of an
ancient demonic witch, and the next, he found himself in a room hed
never seen before in his life.
The change of environment managed to shake him out of his selfpity. He turned toward his mates, who had thankfully also been
transported here. Where are we? he asked.
Our hotel room, Devon replied. The Spirit Mother must have
sent us here.
Hewitt half wished shed sent them to The Witching Hour, except
he didnt think he could face the club in the first place. It had been his
home and his sanctuary, and hed always relied on his wards and his
powers to keep both himself and everyone else within it safe. The fact
that the creatures who were after him were immune to magic made
him feel more helpless than ever.
His knees buckled, and hed have fallen had Mason not been there
to catch him. The wolf gathered him close and carried him to the bed,
placing him down with excruciating care.
Its all right, babe, he said. The Spirit Mother is right. You
need to get some rest.
As if it was that easy. Hewitt knew that should he close his eyes,
hed only see himself back in those filthy sewers, being systematically
drained dry of his powers. Everything made so much sense now.
Blood was intrinsically tied in with magic, and by the calculated
injuries hed received, the orcs had meant to create a shell for their
master, to weaken Hewitt until he couldnt fight anymore. He
shuddered at the knowledge of how close hed come to total
destruction. His mates might not realize it, but had Galadon
succeeded in his plan, Hewitt would not have only been killed, but
completely wiped out of all existence. Sometimes, people could come
back in other reincarnations, but not if the soul was eliminated.
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Mason and Devon climbed next to him on the bed and hugged
him tight. They seemed to have been just as affected by the news they
had been given as Hewitt himself. He was probably underestimating
them. Undoubtedly, theyd grasped what dangers threatened him and
how fucked he was should Galadon succeed in his plan.
But Hewitt would not let those more powerful than him dictate his
actions. He refused to turn into a whimpering coward just because
hed been attacked at the very center of his being. If anything, he
should be happy. He should be celebrating the fact that he was alive
with his mates by his side.
A rush of strange light-headedness struck him, and his wolf stirred
within him, eager and wild. Yes, he was alive, and he had the power.
He was flesh and spirit, and with the mate bond within him, he felt
invincible. What could Galadon possibly do to destroy something
like that?
Babe? Devon asked, obviously feeling Hewitts change in
mood. You okay?
Fine. Hewitt crawled out of their embrace and turned to face
them. Im just sick of being afraid. Were stronger than this.
Together, we can defeat whatever they throw at us.
Masons lips twisted into a knowing smirk. Youre sexy when
youre angry, you know that?
Hewitt arched a brow at the other man. I would expect you to
think I was sexy all the time.
Devon barked out a laugh. Dont tell me youre fishing for
compliments. He reached for Hewitt, pulling him close once more.
You know how hot you are without us having to tell you.
Somehow, Hewitt ended up in Devons lap, his crease against his
mates crotch. He figured out the position had quite a lot of potential
and fidgeted around, hiding a smirk when his mate released a deep
groan. Oh, youre just asking for it, arent you, little witch? Devon
panted out.
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Mmm. Hewitt brushed a kiss against Devons lips. Maybe.

What are you going to do about it?
He got his answer moments later when Masons hands landed on
his hips, stealing him from Devons lap. Ferals were not known to
share well, but the duo hadnt experienced any problems before, and
they didnt have any now, when the bond had wiped out all savagery
within them. As Mason flipped Hewitt on all fours, Devon already
began to take his clothes off. Both wolves moved so fast Hewitt
couldnt even keep track of their motions. In front of Hewitt, Devon
expediently got rid of his garments, throwing everything off on the
floor. In his current position, Hewitt couldnt see what Mason was
doing behind him, but it didnt take a genius to guess. The rustling of
clothes alerted Hewitt that his second mate was following Devons
example. He shuddered, only this time, it wasnt fear causing it, but
rather, anticipation.
His two men read his every emotion. Mason pulled him close, and
Hewitt arched against his mate, his entire body burning with need. He
hated the constraining material that kept him from Masons skin.
Even through his slacks, he could feel the heat of Masons erection.
His anus clenched with the desire to be penetrated, and he released a
breathy moan. Please.
Thankfully, they didnt let him wait for too long. Their hands
moved quickly and efficiently, divesting Hewitt of the clothes that
seemed to suffocate him. Hewitt would have loved to help them out
with a spell or four, but he was too busy feasting his gaze on Devons
nude body. He could simply not get enough of seeing those delicious,
godlike muscles. If hed been able to make himself move, hed have
liked to lick Devon all over, to trace the lines of Devons six-pack
with his tongue, and go even lower down, to Devons tantalizing
prick.
But it was so hard to tear himself from Mason, and Hewitt
allowed his two mates to maneuver him instead. He half expected
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them to fuck his mouth and his ass like they had before, but to his
shock, they didnt.
Instead, they spread him on the bed, urging him to relax with
casual, but seductive touches. The irony of it was that he lay in a
position similar to the one he remembered from the sewers. And yet,
he felt no fear, no apprehension, just pure lust and desire. His mates
crawled over him, and as Mason pressed his mouth to Hewitts,
Devons hot hands explored Hewitts skin, leaving behind trails of
fire. Hewitt moaned, parting his lips and surrendering to Masons
dominance. As Mason thrust his tongue inside his wet cavern, Devon
started brushing butterfly-light kisses on Hewitts chest, circling his
nipples when he got over them and biting down on the bits of flesh.
The coppery buds seemed directly connected to Hewitts cock, as the
stinging pain turned into a wave of pleasure that echoed into his groin.
Hewitt moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Masons neck
to pull the wolf closer. Breathing appeared to be unnecessary, and
only his mates touch mattered. Only their caresses could make him
feel whole.
As Devons tongue traveled farther down Hewitts body, Mason
at last broke the kiss, much to Hewitts dismay. He might have
protested, except then, out of the blue, Devon decided it was time to
short-circuit Hewitts brain and took Hewitts hard cock deep into his
mouth.
Hewitt released a choked sound and attempted to reach down,
hoping to thread his hands through Devons hair. Alas, his mates had
other plans. Mason caught his wrists and pinned them above his head,
immobilizing Hewitt with almost ridiculous ease.
Just enjoy it, babe, Mason murmured in his ear. Relax. Fuck
his mouth. He wants you to.
Technically speaking, Hewitt would have probably been able to
break out of Masons hold if he used his magic. But his newly
discovered beast surrendered to Masons strength, accepting his
mates domination. It was heady, freeing, and impossibly sensual. The
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nearly painful yet tender grip of Masons strong hand, the wet,
volcanic heat of Devons mouth, the mere presence of the two wolves,
all of it made Hewitt nearly insane with passion.
When his orgasm came, the gentleness and intensity of it took him
completely by surprise. Hewitt screamed, sending his spunk down his
lovers throat. It was by some miracle than he didnt black out, and he
mustered enough presence of mind to look at Devon. The wolf drank
down Hewitts offering and looked up as he cleaned Hewitts shaft of
every drop. The molten desire in those eyes was enough to scorch
Hewitts insides in and of itself. His mates were clearly not done with
him.
Confirming his thoughts, Mason reached for the nightstand and
opened the drawer. He retrieved a tube of lubricant and tossed it to
Devon, somehow managing to do all this without releasing Hewitts
wrists. Devon caught the tube and with a few deft motions, uncapped
it. The wolf squirted a generous amount of liquid on his fingers and
reached between Hewitts legs. Ready, babe?
Hewitt swallowed around the sudden knot in his throat. He
nodded wordlessly, spreading his legs to give his mate access. Devon
didnt delay in taking the invitation. His slick digits rubbed against
Hewitts needy hole, making renewed arousal course through Hewitt.
His cock, which had never really lost interest, went rock hard once
again. Devon smirked at him. Looks like the answers yes, huh,
Mason?
Definitely yes, the other wolf replied.
Hewitt trembled at the promise in their voices. He just couldnt
wait anymore. He needed to be filled, to take his mates deep inside his
body, to come together with them in the most intimate way that could
exist.
Mason and Devon exchanged a look that told Hewitt many
delights would follow. Do you trust us? Mason asked at last.
With my life, Hewitt replied, not hesitating for a single moment.
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A dark shadow flashed through Devons eyes, so briefly that

Hewitt might have missed it had he not been paying attention. He
berated himself for his slightly callous words. Now was not the time
to remind them that Hewitts life had, indeed, been in danger.
Fortunately, both Devon and Mason pushed away the glum
musings. As Devon brushed a kiss against Hewitts temple, Mason
chuckled under his breath. Nothing quite so drastic.
Hewitt opened his mouth to ask what Mason was talking about,
but then Devon lifted his legs and slipped two fingers inside his body.
Every hope of coherence melted, and Hewitt resigned himself to
being putty in his mates hands. JustPlease, fuck me, he begged.
Oh, we will. Well fuck that tight little ass of yours. Mason
laughed darkly. What do you think, babe? Do you want to feel our
cocks inside you, pounding your hole?
Just the imagery Mason conjured made Hewitt moaned. Had he
understood correctly? Did Mason truly mean to penetrate Hewitt at
the same time Devon did?
Hewitt was no innocent. Hed lived too long to not now have seen
a great many kinks. But while he was familiar with numerous sexual
positions, he had never been tempted to try all of them. Heck, what
Mason suggested sounded as painful as hell since both wolves were
quite generously endowed.
But Hewitt had been honest in his reply. He trusted them, and he
knew they would never hurt him. Not only that, but the thought of
being so thoroughly owned by his mates also excited him beyond
measure.
He pushed back against Devons fingers, wordlessly demanding
more. He wanted to yell at Mason that yes, he yearned for what was
offered. Thankfully, he didnt have to speak. His mates seemed to
read his mind regardless of Hewitts inability to express his own
desires.
Devon added another digit into Hewitts hole, finger fucking him
in earnest. Just as Devon brushed against Hewitts prostate, Mason
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leaned over Hewitt, kissing him once more. Hewitts world melted in
a symphony of pleasure, and he allowed himself to lose all control
within his mates addictive caresses.
Another finger went in, the fourth one, making the fit quite tight.
Hewitt enjoyed the burn, though. It made the entire thing seem more
real. Sometimes, when he was at his mates side, Hewitt almost
believed he was dreaming, and he felt thankful for the sting of pain
anchoring him in reality.
Devon took his time preparing Hewitt, stretching him with
excruciating patience. Just as Hewitt thought he would lose his mind
before they got to the main event, Mason broke away from him.
Devon took his cue and pulled his fingers out of Hewitts body.
Hewitt yelped as his mate lifted him up and back into Devons lap.
Slowly now, babe, Devon whispered huskily. We wont hurt
you.
At some point, Devon had slicked up his cock, and the thick shaft
nudged against Hewitts crease, teasing his hole. Hewitt bit his lip and
clung to his mates shoulders as Devon helped him into position. The
wolfs big hands held onto Hewitts hips, guiding him. Slowly, Hewitt
pushed down, impaling himself on Devons thick prick. Both of them
moaned at the sensations exploding through them. God, it was so
good, so heavenly, and theyd only just begun.
Hewitt could feel Masons eyes on him and Devon like a palpable
caress. He lifted himself and lowered his body again, getting used to
the feel of being invaded. Devon helped him by rotating his hips, and
the brush of Devons prick against Hewitts special spot made stars
burst in his vision. He thrust down harder, needing more of the
delicious penetration, aching for everything his mates had to offer.
And then, Mason came up behind him, supporting Hewitt and
stopping him from rushing. Hewitt had no idea how the two men
planned to do this, but he did his best to obey Masons silent
instructions regardless.
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Devon leaned on his back, providing them with more room to

maneuver. Mason gestured Hewitt to prop himself against Devons
chest, and Hewitt therefore ended up impaled on Devons prick and
exposing his anus to Mason. He was dizzy with anticipation,
breathless with the heavy promise hanging in the air. Every nerve was
awake and singing for his mates. There were no more doubts, no more
fears, just passion and overwhelming sensations.
Aided by Masons hands, Hewitt lifted his body once again. This
time, however, something different happened. Instead of allowing
Hewitt to go back down, Mason thrust his prick inside him, so hard
Hewitts teeth rattled.
Hewitt lost it. He could not hope to control in any way what was
happening to him. Somehow, Mason managed to create the perfect
rhythm, pulling out as Devon thrust back in. It was the most amazing
thing Hewitt had ever experienced. His clenching passage was never
once empty. Over and over, his mates fucked him, possessing him,
branding him with their heat.
There were no words, just incomprehensible groans, moans, and
growls that spoke of the true extent of their desire for each other. The
little part of Hewitts mind that remained rational futilely struggled to
take in the sensations that swamped him. It was just too much, and a
person had no chance of processing the near-transcendental, carnal
beauty of what was happening.
It went on and on, until Hewitt seemed to lose his very sense of
self. He no longer cared about anything outside this beautiful
moment. With his mates inside him, he just became a creature of
pleasure, a vessel for the love they offered and the adoration he
offered in return.
Hewitt wished this moment would never end, but alas, perfection
could only last for so long. With the seemingly endless flow of
pleasure, he was soon on the brink of orgasm again. He attempted to
stem his imminent climax, but this time, his mates were relentless,
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giving him no quarter. Mason buried his fangs in Hewitts throat and
Devon followed Masons example.
Ecstasy exploded through Hewitt, a myriad of brilliant colors
replacing reality as he knew it. He felt his mates come, and their
orgasms, as well as his own, nearly stopped his breath. As if it hadnt
been enough, Mason then buried his canines in Devons shoulder,
claiming the other wolf. Hewitt could feel his mates emotions, the
overwhelming sensations coursing through them. There was simply
no way he could keep his hold on consciousness. He floated into a
dream of nirvana, shocks of pleasure electrifying both his body and
his soul.
He didnt know how long he was out, but when he finally
managed to recover, he found himself lying on the bed with his mates
looming above him. Mason was cleaning him with a wet cloth, while
Devon held him close, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
Hewitt smiled brightly and relaxed against Devon. As Mason took
position next to him, too, Hewitt distantly remembered everything
that had happened today. It was so hard to believe that just hours
earlier, hed almost been killed. That memory didnt scare him
anymore, and neither did the revelation that he shared blood with a
creature that might very well attempt to control the world. He was no
longer only Hewitt Moore. Hed become Hewitt, mate of Devon and
Mason, and that was more important than any ancestry Galadon tried
to use.
Sleep, babe, Mason murmured in his ear. We have you.
Unsurprisingly, Hewitt believed him. He believed that his mates
could protect him and he could protect his mates. Still smiling, Hewitt
allowed his eyes to drift shut. When slumber took hold of him, no
nightmarish visions haunted his dreams.
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Chapter Eight
Are you sure about this? Mason asked, eyeing the building in
front of them with a great deal of skepticism. How can we possibly
banish Galadon back into the astral plane from a coffee shop?
The Magistrate opened the now-unlocked door and gestured him
inside. It wasnt always a caf, he explained.
If anyone had told Mason he would be soon admiring the tourist
attractions in Kennet, Mason would have thought they were crazy.
Granted, there was a lot of mystical energy in the area, mostly
centered around Stonehenge. To a certain extent, Mason wouldnt
have been surprised had the Spirit Mother chosen that area for her
plan to push back Galadon. But no, the established spot was a caf in
a small English village frequented by numerous tourists who annoyed
Mason just by existing.
Of course, at midnight, most of those people were safely sleeping
in the quaint bed-and-breakfasts in the village. They had chosen this
hour so as to be able to operate without interruptions from humans.
According to the Spirit Mother, this was once Galadons home,
Dietrich spoke up. It was the place where he surrendered his soul to
become what he is now.
Mason barely managed to suppress a shudder. He wasnt exactly
sure just how this being looked, but judging by what he knew so far,
he suspected Galadon might not be one hundred percent humanoid.
After all, this mysterious creature might have originally been a witch,
but that was ages, perhaps millennia ago. The Spirit Mother hadnt
exactly told them when Galadon had walked the Earth, but Mason
guessed many centuries had passed since then. He distantly wondered
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if they could truly take Galadon in a fight before pushing the thought
away from his mind. A powerful witch Galadon might be, but Mason
would not allow anyone to separate him from his mates.
Knowing he had no choice but to obey the instructions of those
wiser than him, Mason stepped into the coffee shop. Devon, Hewitt,
and a couple of their spirit wolf companions followed. Theyd
decided to come in groups, since even at this hour, they would draw
unwanted attention if they came all at once. The Spirit Mother didnt
want to intervene until it was time.
The Magistrate and his mates were with Mason, Devon, and
Hewitt, something that still surprised Mason in a way. It was hard to
believe the man hed resented for so long had become his ally. But he
understood now that none of his previous anger and regrets mattered.
They had more important things to worry about.
Inside, the caf was much like any other establishment of this
type. It was dark and quiet, but the ambience from a day of business
remained the same. A myriad of scents hit Mason as he silently
walked behind Wolfram, the smell of ground coffee beans, vanilla,
and sugary concoctions, and of course, the distinctive aroma of
humans and their emotions. Underneath it all, Mason thought he
detected something different, a lingering shadow of a dark power. It
was so faint that hed have surely missed it had he not been
previously acquainted with its feel. His doubts faded as he realized
that the Spirit Mother might have been right after all.
Of course, actually sealing Galadon would be much more
difficult, and very risky. According to the white wolf, they would
have to summon Galadon here, which implied having Hewitt in the
same place as that creature. Mason and Devon were less than pleased
with the idea, but their mate had told them he didnt fear Galadon. It
was only at Hewitts insistence that Mason and Devon had agreed
with this crazy plan in the first place.
Gradually, their entire group gathered inside the caf. No alarms
sounded, and nothing of significance happened. Other than Wolfram,
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Dietrich, and Fritz, almost everyone whod participated in the

expedition to rescue Hewitt had come here as well. Trent Hart,
Valerius DAveram, and Doctor Blunt were among the first to arrive
after Masons group. After that, Daniel Lawson and his two mates,
Ashton and Linden, showed up. Finally, the Magistrates second-incommand, Klaus, had completed the assembly together with his two
lovers, Clay and Ross. Doctor Blunts son, Paul, had stayed behind, as
had his mates.
Mason watched all those present, wondering what they knew and
experienced. Linden and Ross seemed particularly glum and
uncomfortable, and Mason distantly remembered that the duo had
some sort of strange abilities normal spirit wolves didnt possess. But
Mason didnt have to be a psychic to know that he might be in over
his head. The foe he had to face was unlike anything and anyone hed
fought before. He and Devon had been forced to go through that
unpleasant and shocking transformation just to defeat Galadons
minions. What would they have to do now?
Once everyone was there, Mason finally got the answer to his
dilemma. The Spirit Mother appeared in the center of the caf. She
didnt speak and instead walked toward what Mason guessed must be
the back of the shop. In a somewhat startling development, she passed
straight through the wall. Mason supposed he shouldnt be so shocked
by the display, but it still heavily brought to mind what theyd come
here to do.
All those present followed her, but of course, they used the door
to access the room next to them. The Spirit Mother waited for them in
the center, and Mason could almost imagine her tapping her foot
impatiently. Even if she looked as calm and composed as ever,
something inside Mason told him she didnt like this any more than
he did.
All right, she said. Hewitt, Mason, and Devon, I want the three
of you holding hands in the middle. Everyone else, gather around in a
circle. Hurry now. The witching hour is almost upon us.
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Everyone complied, forming the circle the Spirit Mother

commanded. Hewitt, Mason, and Devon took up their triangle
position in the middle. Mason knew now that nothing was accidental.
They hadnt just happened to be mates. The three of them had been
brought together to support each other in ways two people never
could.
Hewitt probably understood more of what was happening than
Mason did. Mason just went with it, taking his mates hands and
focusing on finding his strength. Hed helped others before, mostly
ferals who had needed his assistance. He would not fail his mate.
The preparations were done just in time. At one minute from
midnight, the Spirit Mother seemed satisfied with the result. Her
voice echoed inside the storage room as she started to chant. There
were words Mason didnt understand in an ancient language that sent
shivers down Masons spine. Both his mates clung to his hands
tighter, obviously experiencing the same distress.
From beyond the darkness, I summon thee,
Out of hiding, face the power of three
There is no place to run, your spirit is naught
Flesh cannot defeat what we have brought.
A chilly wind began to blow, even if there were no windows
inside the storage room. Suddenly, the ominous hint of power Mason
had felt before exploded into something much more intense.
Screeching laughter sounded all around them, grinding on Masons
senses like nails on a blackboard. The storm that had appeared out of
nowhere lashed out at Mason, as if trying to break him apart from his
mates. Mason held on stubbornly, refusing to be intimidated. Invisible
claws raked over his chest, but he didnt even blink. Nice try, bastard,
but youre not getting Hewitt.
Devon seemed just as determined, and in spite of the power
attempting to force the triangle to shatter, the three men remained
together. All of a sudden, a figure manifested in front of them. At
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first, Mason couldnt quite distinguish him, and then, when he got a
good look at the new arrival, he felt shock course through him.
Galadon was unlike anything Mason had ever expected him to
be. Mason had imagined him looking like a monster, perhaps
something along the line of the orcs he had created. Instead, he was a
young man of almost inhuman beauty. His dark hair and the sharp
angles of his face reminded Mason of Hewitt. Mason would have
thought it an illusion, except when he gazed into Galadons eyes, he
saw nothingness. The being in front of them might have a beautiful
body, but there was no soul inside him.
As if guessing what Mason was thinking, Galadon arched a brow
at him. Well, well, he said. I didnt think youd be willing to make
the exchange so soon. But then, the Spirit Mother was always very
intelligent. Isnt that right, my dear?
The white wolf didnt answer, making Galadon laugh softly.
What did you plan to do by getting me here? I escaped the astral
plane once. You wont banish me again.
Want to bet? Hewitt snapped back.
Oh, arent you just precious? Galadon snickered. Im going to
enjoy using your body as mine.
Not while were still breathing. Devon growled at him.
Galadon just shrugged one elegant shoulder. Your wish is my
command.
It was the only warning Mason had before pain exploded through
him. It was unlike the spiritual magic that Hewitt had used. It seemed
something different, as if the source of the agony was artificially
created deep within him. Taking into account Galadons affinity, it
was quite possible that the damn creature had done just that. Instead
of using blunt force to hurt them, he was crushing Masons insides
with a thought.
But still, Mason hung on. Even with the pressure that threatened
to choke him, he breathed through the pain, accepting it as necessary.
Even if he had been healed of the feral virus, he remained an Alpha,
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his powers having gone unchanged after the transformation. If

anything else, he was even stronger now due to the bond he shared
with Hewitt and Devon. At the same time, though, he knew that this
wasnt the full extent of Galadons ability. Mason and his mates were
being protected.
Mason felt Hewitts magic swirling around him. He focused on
his bond with the witch and banished all distractions from his mind.
In the background, the chanting continued as the Spirit Mother aided
them with her own magic and the other spirit wolves lent a hand.
Magical energies of different types clashed together. Masons
body protested the abuse, but he didnt allow it to deter him. He heard
Galadon howling angrily as the creature tried to circumvent Masons
connection with his mates, attempting to invade Hewitts body. Over
and over, the assault continued, but never once did Galadon manage
to breach their bond. They were too strong.
And then, Mason found his vision growing dimmer, as if he was
being propelled into a different world. All of a sudden, the storage
room vanished, as did the other spirit wolves. Mason could still feel
them there, forming a sort of thread that connected him and his mates
to the real world, but they were no longer visible. The only ones still
palpably there were his mates.
In this new place, there didnt seem to be any up or down, neither
light nor darkness. The space where theyd ended up was like an
endless void, nothingness as far as the eye could see. Mason didnt
know how he was even still standing since there was no solid surface
under his feet. He imagined this must be the astral plane, and he
comforted himself with the knowledge that Galadon didnt have as
much power here as he did in the real world.
Once more, the beautiful young man appeared. This time, he
seemed furious, his arrogance having vanished as if it had never been.
What the hell do you think youre doing?
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Taking you down, Hewitt replied. Im not one of your little

orcs, Galadon. You dont scare me, and Ill make sure you dont
scare anyone ever again.
****
Hewitt had wondered what he would feel like upon facing his
mysterious ancestor. Now that he was in front of Galadon, he noticed
in awe that he wasnt in the slightest bit afraid. If anything, a sort of
compassion filled him. Galadons life was absolutely empty, and the
man didnt even realize it. Hed allowed his hunger for power to kill
him. Because it was clear to him that Galadon was only a shell of a
person. There was truly nothing sadder than to see something like
that.
Of course, that wouldnt stop Hewitt from pursuing their plan. If
anything, he felt even more determined. He couldnt help Galadon,
but he could keep the abomination from walking the face of the planet
and destroying other people. There was no matter here, so the soulless
witch had ended up in a precarious position. While it seemed clear to
Hewitt that Galadon hadnt lost all his abilities to control the
spiritual, his focus was on flesh, on pure matter, and that brought him
to a disadvantage.
Hewitts magic flowed out of him freely, strengthened by the
presence of his mates. Three was a magical number, and their triad
amplified Hewitts powers, making them glow brighter, more intense.
In the real world, hed needed the assistance of the Spirit Mother just
to face Galadon. With her help, he had managed to drag the man
here. It wasnt enough. The Spirit Mother had explained that there
was a hole in the barrier between the realms, one that had allowed
Galadon to escape in the first place. Therefore, Hewitt had to
incapacitate Galadon and keep him busy long enough to give the
Spirit Mother a chance to fix that split. The worst thing was that, if
they werent careful, Hewitt and his mates could end up stuck here as
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well. While Hewitt didnt fear for himself, he refused to allow his
lovers to get hurt in any way.
It was perhaps that decision that gave him the final burst of magic
he needed. Even as Galadon made one last attempt to break out of
the astral plane, Hewitt blocked him and struck back with everything
he had. Galadon released a cry that seemed to shake the entire astral
plane. Hewitt felt the moment when Galadons resistance died. A
crushing sadness struck Hewitt, and for one brief instant, his mind
connected to Galadons. Galadons thoughts and emotions filled
him, nearly choking him with their intensity. The next moment, they
vanished as if they had never been, and the buzzing energy that had
been clinging to Hewitts surreal body faded away, releasing him
from its hold.
We must hurry back, he told his mates.
No sooner had he said the words than they were thrust into reality
with a violence that took his breath away. Dazed, Hewitt struggled to
compose himself. When he recovered, he blinked to clear his vision
and found himself lying on the floor, still holding his mates hands.
In front of him, the slash in the wall between realms was now
visible. He didnt know if other people could see it, but he felt as if he
could touch it if he only just extended his hand. It glowed with an
unholy light that beckoned Hewitt forward, hypnotizing him. Perhaps
hed have reached out had his mates not held him back.
You mustnt, Mason told him. Let it go.
Tears filled Hewitts eyes. He didnt really know why, but in that
moment, when his mind had linked with Galadons, Hewitt had seen
far more than hed have liked. As the gap in the barrier between
realms closed in front of him, Hewitt knew without a doubt that his
ancestor did have a soul, and Hewitt might have made a very serious
mistake in banishing Galadon to the cold emptiness of the astral
plane.
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Epilogue
It was almost noon. The sun shone through the foliage, promising
a warmth that didnt quite reach the ground. In the shadow of the
trees, a lonesome figure sat, seemingly lost in thought.
The cool breeze brushed through Hewitts hair, as if caressing
him. The witch appeared to be lost to the world, leaning against the
tree trunk and sighing from time to time. Devon watched his mate,
entranced and, at the same time, concerned. Since facing Galadon,
Hewitt had lost interest in continuing to manage The Witching Hour.
He had told Devon and Mason the reason, the feeling of failure that
haunted his soul. Devon understood him completely. Through his
bond with Hewitt, he had also experienced that moment when Hewitt
had touched Galadons mind. But there was nothing they could do
for Galadon. Sadly, Hewitts ancestor was beyond their aid. It had
been either them or Galadon.
Devon made his way to his mates side and sat down without
speaking. Hewitt didnt send him away. Instead, he cuddled close to
Devon, his hand clutching Devons shirt in an almost compulsive
gesture.
I really love it here, the witch said.
Devon nodded, unsurprised that his mate wouldnt address the
proverbial elephant in the room. He liked it here, too. The woods were
quiet and peaceful, providing everything Devon had ever wanted in a
home. The Virgin Komi Forest had apparently been Masons
sanctuary for a long time. As a feral, the other man had mostly lived
away from civilization. But since Devon and his mates had decided to
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move here on a permanent basis, they had set about to build an actual
home.
The spirit wolves had agreed that moving would be a good idea
for Hewitts recovery. The last thing Devon had done before leaving
all that behind was sending a message to Roarke through the Tanners.
He had no clue if his former friend had received it, since Roarke
seemed to avoid the Tanners for some reason. Even so, he hoped the
other feral would find it safe to come out of hiding now that the
Magistrate had proven that he did indeed have good intentions. For
Devons part, he wanted to begin a new life, and for that reason, he
knew it was time to start mending broken bridges.
For the moment, though, Devon planned to fully focus on his
mate. Coming here was a good choice, he told Hewitt. But you
havent really enjoyed it.
Hewitt released a sigh. Im sorry. Ive really been horrible lately,
havent I?
No, babe. Devon shook his head empathetically. Youre
recovering from what happened. Its normal.
I just think there must be something we missed, something we
could have done.
I know. Devon kissed Hewitts temple. Perhaps there still is,
but not now. You have to give it some time, time to heal.
To this day, Devon didnt know whether the Spirit Mother had
lied to them deliberately or merely hadnt known the truth. Of course,
there was always the chance that Galadon had been trying to deceive
them. Either way, they had all agreed that now wasnt the time to
attempt to reach out to the trapped witch. Lonely and desperate he
might be, but Galadon was also very dangerous. After all, hed been
the one who had created the orcs and ordered them to kill Hewitt.
Devon was not inclined to be very forgiving, taking into account that
Hewitt had nearly died because of it.
Thankfully, Hewitt didnt insist. I know. Ill try to let it go, at
least for now.
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It wasnt so easy, and they all knew it. But they were building a
new life together, one that neednt be shadowed by ghosts of the past.
As if summoned by Devons thoughts, a voice sounded from
farther into the clearing. Dev, I need some nails.
Devon rolled his eyes at his mates order. Mason always needed
nails, a hammer, planks, or Spirit Mother knew what else. Devon
would bet the other wolf actually had everything he required next to
him, but simply wanted to see Devon and Hewitt and didnt know
how to ask. Of course, if Devon wanted to be honest, he should be by
Masons side, aiding the other wolf in building their home. But hed
stolen a few moments to see Hewitt, and he couldnt bring himself to
regret it.
Hewitt smiled at him and brushed a brief kiss against Devons
lips. We should get out there and lend a hand, huh?
Devon would have preferred remaining under the shadow of the
trees and ravaging his mate. He could bet Mason would show up any
moment now. The other man simply couldnt stay away. But alas, if
they kept distracting themselves with sex, they would never finish
their house.
Youre right, he said with a sigh. Come on.
Both of them got up and headed back toward the clearing where
they had decided to build their new cabin. Mason stood in front of it,
obviously considering coming to get Devon and Hewitt. He looked
quite pleased when he saw them approach.
Where are the nails? he asked, arching a brow.
Devon kissed Masons cheek then pointed to a table behind them.
Right there.
Mason frowned at him, and his serious expression was so funny
Devon couldnt help but crack up. In spite of the earlier dark mood,
Hewitt burst into laughter as well. It was simply impossible to stay
upset when the evidence of their shared future was right there in front
of them.
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Laughing at me, are you? Mason growled. Ill give you two a
little lesson youll never forget.
And with that, Mason pounced. Building the cabin was once again
forgotten in favor of feverish touches and desperate kisses. And as
they writhed against each other in the grass, they tore at each others
clothing, needing naked skin.
As always, Hewitt was the first one to end up nude. Devon
admitted he had a fetish for seeing the witch in the buff while he and
Mason were still dressed. He loved to tease Hewitt, to bring him to
the brink of climax and keep him there for the longest time. If it were
up to him, Hewitt would never have to wear clothes, for easy access.
But then again, that would be very distracting, and while it might be
all right when only the three of them were present, it could bring
about unpleasant consequences when they were among others.
Right then and there, none of them had the patience for extended
foreplay. Both Devon and Mason got rid of their garments as well,
shuddering as the cold breeze hit their sweaty bodies.
Hewitt took up position on all fours and wiggled his ass
invitingly. Entranced, Devon reached for the tube of lubricant. Mason
threw him the bottle, ever the prepared Boy Scout. Devon opened the
tube and squirted a generous amount of liquid on his fingers. His
control was already frayed thin. If he didnt get inside Hewitt soon, he
would explode, die of blue balls, or worse.
Devon rubbed two slick fingers against Hewitts opening and
slowly slid them inside. He groaned as his mates body greedily
swallowed the digits, as if demanding more. Hewitt pushed back
against his fingers, panting. Come on, Devon. I can take it. You
dont have to be so careful.
But Devon was careful. To him, Hewitt was precious, like a jewel
that needed to be treasured. His affection for Mason was different,
wilder, rougher, more animalistic, and reminding Devon of their
once-feral nature. The three of them fit together, and Devon would
have it no other way.
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He scissored his fingers inside Hewitt, seeking that spot that

would drive his mate insane with pleasure. When he found it, he
relentlessly rubbed the spongy gland, grinning as Hewitt dissolved
into incoherent pleas.
At the same time, Devon was very much aware of Masons eyes
on him. As if urged by Devons thoughts, Mason pressed a kiss to
Devons nape. Devon shuddered, but the lust that coursed through
him just urged him to press forward, to continue readying Hewitt. As
he did so, Masons fingers trailed over his spine until they reached the
crack of his ass. Mason stole the lube from Devon, and Devon heard
him slicking up his digits. He spread his legs as far as he could in his
position, giving Mason better access. At the same time, he deemed
Hewitt ready. He retrieved his fingers from Hewitts body and slicked
his cock up with the remaining lube.
Devon waited a few more seconds while Mason thrust two fingers
inside him. Mason was quite expedient with the prep, knowing Devon
liked it a little rough. The harsh touch of the other wolf inside him
sent tendrils of pleasure over him. Soon, he couldnt take the wait
anymore. He needed to be inside Hewitt, and he needed to feel
Masons prick branding him.
He positioned his cock at Hewitts opening and slowly pushed
inside. As he did so, Mason pulled his fingers out, leaving Devon to
struggle against a combined feeling of emptiness and the drugging
ecstasy of Hewitts passage squeezing him. Thankfully, Mason didnt
prolong the torture. Mere seconds later, the other wolf thrust inside
Devon, the invasion so harsh it drew a pained groan out of him.
They fell into a beautiful rhythm, Masons thrusts sending Devon
into Hewitt, and Devon sandwiched between his mates in the most
agonizingly tortuous experience ever. It seemed that every time he
lost himself in their embrace, the sex just got better and better. There
was always something novel to discover, but at the same time, they
knew each other so well and could exploit wants, desires, and
erogenous spots to their whims.
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As Masons cock brushed over Devons prostate, Devon thrust

deep into Hewitt, aiming for the witchs own special spot. By this
point, the witch had become lost in ecstasy, pushing back against
Devon with everything he had. He was so beautiful that Devon almost
couldnt believe he was real. Masons arrogant strength, Hewitts
amazing loveliness, their joint affection, and the pleasure they
showered Devon with, it was all beyond any words Devon could
possibly have.
With the intensity of the sensations assaulting him, it came as no
surprise that Devon was soon on the brink of orgasm. He needed just
one more thing, one last nudge to push him over the edge. Mason
gave it to him, suddenly biting down on Devons neck. Pain and
agonizing pleasure exploded through Devon. Thrusting one last time
inside Hewitt, Devon leaned over and buried his canines in the
witchs flesh.
His orgasm triggered those of his mates, and Devon felt it all
through their bond. It was so powerful that for a few moments, Devon
blacked out. Only Mason and Hewitt existed in his world. Their bond
had survived through the darkest times in their lives, and Devon was
once more in awe at the gift he had been granted.
When he finally began to recover, Devon found himself collapsed
in a pile of limbs on the grass. He was uncomfortable, sticky, and
feeling well fucked, but he wouldnt have traded it for the world. He
knew without a doubt that he was completely bewitched, both by
Hewitt and by Mason.
****
Help me.
Quinn Tanner buried his face in his pillow, attempting to shut out
the voice. It had started a few days ago, and it had only grown worse
as time passed. It was not the first time Quinn had this happen to him.
He was used to it, as his psychic abilities had always been a strong
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part of his life. At the same time, the feeling of familiarity came from
a different source. While the whispering had only started now, this
sensation was much older, and Quinn just wished he knew who in the
world was making this attempt to contact him. Why couldnt that
person just be straightforward and say what he wanted? More
importantly, why did Quinn always feel such pain whenever he tried
to reach out as well?
Frustrated, Quinn rolled in his bed and glared at the ceiling.
Leave me the hell alone, he muttered under his breath. Im trying
to sleep.
Help me, the voice just said again. Please.
There was only so much haunting Quinn could stand. He threw
off the blankets and got out of bed. Outside, it was dark, and Quinn
knew all too well that there were things out there normal humans
didnt know about. Quinns family was different and had always been
so. They understood the paranormal world and were often sought out
by creatures that would send others screaming. This time, though,
Quinn was stuck.
Who are you? he inquired desperately. Tell me what I can do.
Oddly enough, the voice didnt reply, as if surprised Quinn had
asked. After a brief pause, it came again, almost hesitantly. Just talk
to me. I need to hear your voice.
Quinn couldnt have been more shocked if the ghostly presence
had suddenly asked him to dance around naked in the middle of the
city square. Still, there was such loneliness in that demand that Quinn
couldnt help but comply. All right. What do you want to know?
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A native Romanian, Scarlet was born in 1986 and grew up an avid
fan of Karl May and Jules Verne, reading fantasy stories and
adventure. Later, when she was out of fantasy stories to read, she
delved into her mothers collection of books and, of course, stumbled
onto romance.
As a writer though, Scarlet Hyacinth was born one sunny summer
day, when a dear friend of hersthe same friend who introduced her
to GLBT fictionproposed they start writing a story of their own. As
it turns out, the two friends never did finish that particular story, but
Scarlet discovered she had a knack for writing and ended up starting
to write individually. And so, between working on her dissertation,
studying for exams, and reading yaoi manga, she started writing the
Kaldor Saga. Along the way, Scarlet met a lot of wonderful people
who supported her, and in the end, she found her story a home and, in
the process, fulfilled a beautiful dream.
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Feral 1

Bewitched by Their Mate

BEWITCHED BY THEIR MATE

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absolutely no reason to lose itexcept this strange, inexplicable

Bewitched by Their Mate

Almost instantly, an acute loneliness hit Mason. His howl echoed

Bewitched by Their Mate

Bewitched by Their Mate

intentions, and he had to know just what effects the development of

Bewitched by Their Mate

Enticing scents tickled at Devons nostrils as soon as he entered

Quinns enthusiasm made Devon a bit uncomfortable. You know

Bewitched by Their Mate

human continued, It seems hes been trying to get ferals to listen to

Bewitched by Their Mate

Bewitched by Their Mate

something else. There was a wildness and a sense of danger spirit

Bewitched by Their Mate

I dont want you to spy for me, he answered. I know you

Bewitched by Their Mate

Bewitched by Their Mate

Bewitched by Their Mate

With decided steps, he stalked toward Hewitt, his anger pushing

Devon knew better than to believe he could force his mate to do

Bewitched by Their Mate

and he, as their unofficial leader, needed to look into the

Bewitched by Their Mate

He didnt know how he managed not to snap during the journey.

Bewitched by Their Mate

In a flash, Mason reached Hewitts side. The witchs eyes

Bewitched by Their Mate

famous nightclub in central London. Theyd even shape-shifted, for

Bewitched by Their Mate

resistance to their impulses, so Devon found himself taking a step

Bewitched by Their Mate

Youre our mate, Mason said practically. Of course it would

bond like this? Hewitt laughed lightly. He had a beautiful laugh,

Bewitched by Their Mate

Devon nudged Masons leg with his snout. It wouldnt do to scare

Bewitched by Their Mate

Somehow, he managed to snap out of his lust-induced trance and

Bewitched by Their Mate

Bewitched by Their Mate

respond. His cockspent from his orgasmwent rock hard once

Bewitched by Their Mate

Hewitt greedily took it all, loving the taste as much as he loved

Bewitched by Their Mate

Bewitched by Their Mate

Bewitched by Their Mate

Hello, Magistrate, he greeted his former leader. I hear youve

In spite of Hewitt not actually having the phone, Wolfram still

Bewitched by Their Mate

Bewitched by Their Mate

him greatly. He only hoped this time he would find understanding,

Bewitched by Their Mate

cacophony of shouts sound louder, and the grotesque symphony of

Bewitched by Their Mate

but Hewitt managed to trap a good number of the creatures. As he