Feral Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #3)

by Caroline Peckham

“Sin!” I cried, punching the magical signature reader as if that would do any good. We both wrestled with the mechanism, trying everything we could to get through, but the minutes ticked by and panic started to grip me. “Come on, come on. Just keep holding your breath, you crazy motherfucker.” Roary clawed at the edges of the hatch, trying to find purchase to wrench it open, but it was no good. We couldn’t do it. And there was no way he could have survived this long without oxygen. I backed up to the wall, clawing my fingers through my hair as shock and sadness washed over me in waves. “He saved us,” I croaked and Roary looked over his shoulder at me with a deep frown pulling at his features. “Damn, he was an asshole, but he didn’t deserve that,” Roary muttered. “Do you think he’s gonna cry?” a teeny, tiny voice spoke in my ear. “I think he’s gonna cry.” “What the hell?” I snapped around, looking for the source of the sound and Roary suddenly pointed at my shoulder with widening eyes. I looked down, finding a very small, very naked Sin standing there with his hands on his hips. “Hi, buddy!” He waved then leapt off of my shoulder in a swan dive, sailing toward the floor as I gaped at his tiny naked ass then he shifted and returned to a full sized man in front of us.

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