Tuesday, December 02, 2014

White Knight: Snippet

A snippet from Chapter One.

48 Days!


Knight sent a quick “where are you?” text to Bishop.

Instead of texting an answer, Bishop took his overprotective nature in hand and called. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Are you busy?” Knight asked.

“Inspecting the new apartments with Jeremiah and the electrician. They should be move-in ready by the end of the week.”

“That’s good news.” With more than a hundred new loup joining their town in the last two months, they’d built apartments and homes with enough space to permanently house the newcomers. Newcomers who’d spent the last few weeks sleeping in spare rooms and on sofas all over town.

The human electrician had been a compromise, since no one in Cornerstone was qualified to wire up entire buildings with multiple apartments, and Bishop had spent the better part of the week overseeing the project.

“Yeah,” Bishop said. “It’ll be good to give everyone some stability.”

“You’re right, it will. And I’m sure your wife will be glad to have some of your attention back.”

Bishop’s sharp laughter bellowed over the phone. “Trust me, when Jillian wants my attention, she gets it.”

Knight heard the affection in his brother’s voice for the woman who’d stolen his heart. Maybe not in the ass-over-teakettle way that Rook had fallen for Brynn, but Bishop and Jillian had a fierce bond. They were both stronger together than apart, and as they eased into their roles, they would easily put any other Alpha couple to shame.

Both of Knight’s brothers were married and in love with their mates. He envied them their joy.


“Huh?” Had Bishop been speaking?

“I asked you what was wrong. You sound off.”

“I’m fine. Rook just got some big news, though.”

“Big good?”

“Very good, I hope.”

“What’s going on?”

“Forget it. Call him, it’s not my place to tell.”

“Okay, I will. Are you sure—?”

“I’m fine.” Knight ended the call before he had to defend his tone of voice anymore. He couldn’t always control how he came across lately, and it bothered him, but there was nothing to be done. In truth, he’d been lucky to come out of his forced shift at all. The fact that his mind was mostly intact was a small miracle. He could deal with the occasional outburst.

His family might feel differently, but whatever. He was the one the hybrids had targeted. He was the grand prize for them. He welcomed another attempt at acquiring him.

Come and get me.

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