I Kissed a Dog

Epilogue

Valamir paced his small quarters. He’d already located Martin and the small band of warriors assigned to guard him. There was ample time to apprehend the pathetic human and procure the ancient coins.

At present, he had more vital issues harassing his mind — a woman. One he couldn’t have, at least at the moment.

The human female, Chloe, was keeping him from important business, disturbing his life like none before had dared. Even from behind bars, her unique scent tempted him. Her tangy sweet blood sang to him like a seducing siren, drawing him to her.

If only Chloe desired him with the same intensity he coveted her.

Although he’d assisted her revolting werewolf mate take down a mutual enemy, he was now plotting that same werewolf’s demise. It wouldn’t be easy. The purebred was a formable foe, skilled in martial arts and weaponry, and full of magic he wasn’t yet aware.

In addition, the new Alpha had a loyal and increasingly adept pack at his disposal, making his destruction a challenge.

Feeling his fangs extend, Valamir chuckled. He’d never been one to turn away from a challenge. In fact, he relished the idea of a worthy opponent. He hadn’t found one in centuries, other than that deplorable demon they’d conquered together. That creature didn’t count, though; it was spawned unnaturally, obeying its obsession to kill, more like a machine than flesh and blood.

Unable to ignore his overwhelming need to see the woman that would one day be his, he dematerialized, teleporting to the jail in Plum Beach.

He’d given the wig to the greedy FBI agent, making sure it would implicate Chloe, keeping her confined, safe behind bars, while he completed the task of dismantling Zane’s precious pack.

Then he would return for her, coins in hand, becoming her hero and comforter following the untimely death of her mate, which of course would be blamed on another.

With silent precision, he landed outside her cell and glided to the window.

Her heartbeat beckoned him, the blood flowing through her veins igniting his bloodlust.

She owed him a favor. Anything he wanted, and she’d have to comply.

As much as he wanted to collect what she owed tonight, he restrained. It might come in handy later.

An unfamiliar presence approached, staying just outside his line of vision, cloaked in the woods behind the jail.

Valamir was unafraid, just curious. After all, he was the fiercest of predators.

He said a silent goodbye to his soon-to-be woman, and prepared to stalk whatever or whoever was brave or stupid enough to taunt him.