âYou need to come back to the Colony. Now.â
There was no use fighting it. Celia looked around the shop that sheâd worked so hard to create, and fresh tears filled her eyes.
âDonât you see, Malcolm? I finally got away. I made my escape from the Colony. This shop youâre standing in is my new life. For the first time ever Iâm on my own, discovering who I am, without you. Without the other shifters. Without myââ
She paused as the finality of her words set in. Without my mother.
Fresh pain seared her insides.
âI like it here, Malcolm,â she said, pushing through the words. âNo, I love it here. And here youâve come, riding back into my life, trying to take it all away from me.â
âI donât want to take anything from you,â he said. âI wish I didnât have to. But you donât belong here in this dry desert. You belong at home.â With me.
Chapter 1
As the first streaks of dawn lit the horizon, she ran. Her paws scraped along the fine red dust of the desert floor as she dashed through creosote bushes, snakeweed and prickly pear cacti, her nose filling with the honey scent of graythorn.
She paused, catching a different scentâthe tangy musk of fear. Her sharp eyes scanned the area in the lingering darkness as she searched the desert floor for shadows, for movement, for something to chase. And there it was, frozen next to a sage bush, impossibly large ears twitching, its round eyes wide with fear. A jackrabbit.
She gave chaseâthe rabbitâs scent filling her nose, the rapid pounding of its small heart thumping in her ears. The rabbit jumped, launching itself at least ten feet, its long legs propelling it at impossibly fast speeds as it zigzagged through yucca and agave.
Exaltation urged Celia faster. She chased the little creature while the sun, cresting beyond the stark canyons, lit the sky in an explosion of color. Power pulsed through her body, with each step rejoicing in her freedom as she raced through the morning air. She wished she could run like this all day but knew it would be too risky here in the Arizona desert, where people rose with the sun.
Then she heard the sound sheâd been so afraid would come.
Just a murmur at first, far in the distance, but then the sound grew louder. Closer.
Humans.
Warily she paused, letting the rabbit get away. Early-morning campers were up ahead in the canyon. She spun, racing away. Too late. Someone yelled a warning to the others. A commotion sounded. The parking lot was just ahead. Her legs, pumping hard, carried her quickly to her car. In the lightening sky, she deftly changed back to her human form, standing naked in the cool morning air until she could reach her clothes inside.
A wolf living among humans was a bad idea. And this was only one of the reasons why. Striking out on her own, leaving the safety of the Colony, was not going to be easy. But for her, freedom from the Colony was worth the price.
Freedom from seeing Malcolm every day, from hearing his voice or sensing him in the forest when she ran, knowing heâd be sleeping with her every nightâa woman who would give him the control he so desperately craved. Freedom from that was worth any price she had to pay.
Even if she had to live each and every moment hiding her true self from humans and from the demons who were determined to hunt her down and kill her.
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Celia Lawsonâs nerves bunched as she gazed out the large picture window at the red rock mountains. It had been almost two weeks since she was able to transform, to stretch her legs and run. To feel the sweet night air against her face, to chase rabbits and run free. She was trapped in this shop of soaps, lotions and scented candles. Transforming here put her at risk of discovery. Humans were a concern, but the bigger threat were the Gauliacho. The demons in shadow form had hunted the shifters for a millennium. They wouldnât overlook her.
She ran her finger across the large red crystal in front of her. The only protection she had from the demons were the crystals composed of dark energy that negated the shifterâs energy signature, effectively hiding them from the