The Lynx Clan Freedom and love
at any cost. The three Valàfrn werewolf brothers have faced decades of hell at the hands of their Nazi captors. They have a long way to go before they’ll be free of their chains and their training. But like dominoes, once the first brother falls in love, it opens up a whole new world for them all.
| Lynx Clan 1: ForgivenA SHORT EXCERPT
Kelly looked down at Saxxon. He tensed under her gaze but didn’t flee as she’d expected. Instead, he opened his dark eyes and met her questioning look with one of his own. “Who did you call?” The suspicion was back in his voice. “I called someone to help us.” She sat down on the bed beside him as he struggled to sit up. This close, she saw the slight tremor in his hands. She ached to comfort him and gave into the urge. Her fingers brushed over his, and then settled on his forearm. “Who?” he asked with less challenge and more curiosity. His arm was warm and strong under her hand. Even mostly relaxed as he was now, the muscles tightened slightly, making her wonder what he would feel like when he was healthy and in action. “Some friends of mine who have special talents.” “Talents like yours?” Her gaze flew to his face. How did he know she was psychic? How would he react? Would he reject her help because of her differences? “How did you know I have any talents of my own?” “I felt you touch me.” His fingers brushed his temple. “Here.” He seemed to accept the ability as normal. The fact that he’d felt her might even mean he had some psychic abilities of his own. “Are these people like you?” His lips pulled into a frown. “I can tell you don’t like the idea, but only you know how dangerous the ones after you are. Do you think we can get away from them on our own?” His frown fell away, leaving a desolate emptiness. “No.” She slid her hand down his arm and folded her fingers over his. “But you don’t want to trust anyone.” Trust was such a delicate thing. That’s why his next words were so astonishing. “I think…I trust you.”
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