belonged with her pack. Their leader belonged with the mutts. Of course, if they returned her to them like she was now, they would see how weak she was and she would be dead before her first change.
The thought angered him, and he grew even more pissed because it had. She was a werewolf; why should he care if the beast was killed?
Disgusted with himself, Phoenix turned away from them to give the girl privacy while Jaxon consoled her.
The least he could do was get her cleaned up and fill her stomach while her humanity was still intact.
After making a quick call, Phoenix placed his cell phone on the bar and just watched her. It was obvious Jaxon was enamored with the girl—any fool could see that—and if he turned her into a hybrid—as Jaxon suggested he do—the girl would be sired to him and he would rule over two-thirds of the underworld. It wasn‘t the worst idea Jaxon had ever come up with; it was actually a pretty damn good one, but Phoenix knew what would happen to him if he sired her. He wouldn‘t be able to let Jaxon have her, because he would want her.
Phoenix shook his head at the thought. No, I will not share my throne with anyone.
Mena
A soft knock at the door made me jump to my feet in alarm.
Something was seriously wrong with my body. I had never moved so fast before, and the achiness I had felt after waking earlier was almost gone. My eyes widened in stunned disbelief as I glanced down at the wound where Marc had bit me. The dried blood was still all over the tattered material of my pants, but there were only faint pink lines where the injury had been.
My focus shot back to the door when the knock sounded again and a low growl echoed throughout the room. I gasped and slapped a hand over my mouth when I realized it was me who had done it.
Jaxon cautiously took my hand and helped me to sit back down on the couch. “Calm down, Mena. It‘s just—”
“Enter,” Phoenix said, as if my behavior was normal for him, or maybe he had been expecting it. Well, I hadn‘t been expecting it, and it was definitely not normal for me to go around growling at sudden sounds.
“Oh, God,” I said, and began to tremble. “I‘m a dog.”
“Shh… It‘s okay—” Jaxon tried again to comfort me, but I didn‘t need comforting; I needed freaking answers… and a cure!
I shot to my feet again and hurriedly put some distance between us. I warned him with my eyes to stay away.
He was either smart or scared, because he only stood there with his palms up. His stance was defensive, so I didn‘t feel threatened by him. Taking in a deep breath, I relaxed a little, but didn‘t go back to sit beside him. I wasn‘t ready for that just yet. I didn‘t know if I ever would be. I could tell he was doing everything in his power to try to make me comfortable, but his gestures were having the opposite effect on me.
“Sit them on the table. Thank you. You may go,” Phoenix said, and I looked over to him in time to see the girl I had awoken to earlier closing the door behind her as she left the chambers.
There was no expression on Phoenix‘s face when I looked back at him.
“I had a hot meal and dry, warm clothing brought in. Eat while the food is still warm, and you can use my lavatory to clean yourself afterward.” Phoenix lowered his head and his brow furrowed in what appeared to be confusion or thought. I only stared at him. Slowly taking the back of the chair in his hand, he pulled it out from the table and gestured with his other hand for me to take the seat. “The steak is not poisoned. However you preferred your meat before, I think you will discover rare to be your preference now.” My nose scrunched up in distaste, and he grinned. “I swore no harm would come to you until after you made your decision, Mena. Please eat something.”
I still didn‘t know what decision it was that I had to make, but an amazing scent came from the plate and I didn‘t care about anything in that moment except eating. My