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Here's a little peek at book four of the Four Brothers Clan series--Wolf at the Door
Ginger-colored locks spilled over his hand; Rémy gripped her throat. Her throat. One squeeze and he could end the evil plaguing his clan. The evil that had murdered so many of his pack, terrorized thousands more and held his brother Matéo comatose with dark magic. Yes, Rémy had the most powerful loup-garou witch ever born in his grasp. It was up to him to end her…and yet he hesitated.
It wasn’t the fear on her face; he’d seen the same fear from other enemies and still done his duty.
It wasn’t her formidable powers because his brother, Aimé, held those at bay. She writhed in his grasp, but she would never break free of his clutches. In terms of the Ancient Arts, she was more skilled, but physically no one was stronger than Rémy des Quatre-Frères.
Tears filled her eyes. “Rémy, je te mendie—”
Through clenched teeth, he spat. “Do not speak the language of my people to beg for your life.” “Rémy, please…please.”
He shook with rage, blood roaring in his ears. How could she? How had she deceived everyone?
One squeeze. His grip tightened on her throat. One more squeeze.
“Please.” A teardrop slid down her cheek.
His fingers dug into her skin; she wheezed, struggling for breath Soon, there’d be no more pleas for mercy. A little more pressure and he’d crush her windpipe. Frothy spittle gathered at the corners of her mouth.
Rémy closed his eyes. Just a little tighter.
A stridor replaced her wheezing.
A little tighter. His eyes watered, his own throat constricting. He willed himself to kill her. But his hand refused cooperate.
With a roar, he released her, throwing her to the floor. She gasped for breath, choking and sputtering. Rémy smashed a chair against the wall.
“Why?” he shouted, sinking to his knees. He grasped the collar of her blouse and pulled her face within an inch of his. Still battling for air, she tried to squirm out of his grasp.
“Look at me,” he commanded, but he didn’t wait for her to comply. Shaking her, he forced her to meet his gaze. Her eyes were wide with terror, her breathing rapid and shallow.
“Run,” he said. “I will give you one chance to run and never come back. You will release Matéo. You will leave my clan and my pack alone. If I see you again, I kill you. If you attack my people again, I kill you. If I catch your stink within a hundred miles of my empire, I kill you.
She nodded, her lips quivering, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes,” she croaked.
He released her and watched her scramble to her feet. Fleeing for the door, she clawed at the handle.
“Rémy…are you sure?” Aimé helped his brother to his feet.
“Yes. Let her go.”
Aimé waved a hand to break the spell he’d cast on her and opened the door. The moment she could, she shifted into a reddish-brown wolf and bounded away.
“What if she comes back?” asked Aimé.
“She won’t. She knows if she does, I’ll keep my promise.”
Hands shaking, Rémy wiped his brow. His gut churned, threatening to bring up his breakfast.
“Did we do the right thing?” he asked.
Aimé shook his head, placing a hand on Rémy’s shoulder. “It was an impossible choice.”
Rémy cleared his throat. “We never speak of this to anyone.”
“But we have to tell Sébastien something.”
“We’ll tell him the threat has been neutralized. That’s all he needs to know.”
“We’re done talking about this.” He spun on his heel and stalked from the room.
No one ever need know the true identity of la bête-au-feu. The Gods help him, she was a monster, and though it made him sick with himself, Rémy loved her nonetheless.
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