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  FROZEN SOUL

  Catherine Banks

  Frozen Soul by Catherine Banks

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  Blurb

  A wolf's love is forever...and so is the bond of the pack.

  Even after she broke it off with their Alpha, Tysen, the pack still loved Jess. So when they discover her current boyfriend, Jon, is literally draining her soul, her wolf family is right there to come to her rescue. Back amongst their ranks, the bond she shares with them, and Tysen, grows stronger than ever, and she can't deny how desperately she's missed them all.

  But now the truth of Jess and Jon's relationship comes blasting through the door and brings everyone to their knees; she's sacrificed more for the pack than any of them realized.

  The question now remains: is there a way for Tysen to save her soul?

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Who hit you?” Tysen asked angrily as he entered the front office.

  I jerked, startled that he was so close to me and here, in the office. I hadn’t even heard the front door open, what a terrible receptionist I was. The number one rule was to be aware of your surroundings.

  “Um…” I replied smartly.

  Wasn’t he supposed to be out of the state? The last I had heard, he was in another state for the rest of the week.

  He tilted my face to look at him and gingerly touched the bruise on my cheek while I tried not to get lost in his eyes. “Tell me what happened,” he whispered. Even though it was an order, he said it more like a request.

  “He didn’t get the promotion he was certain he was a shoe in for and went out drinking. I would have left him alone, but there was lipstick on his mouth and…”

  He interrupted me with fists clenched at his side. “We’ve cleaned one of the duplexes and stocked the fridge. I’ve got two guys going to your apartment to gather your things.”

  “Tysen, I…” My eyes had filled with tears as soon as he had told me they had prepared a place for me. They were too caring and too good.

  He wiped the tears and smiled at me. “I’ll pick you up at five.”

  “Thank…”

  He put his finger over my mouth. “I promised that I would take care of you and I meant it. For the rest of your life, Jess. You should have called me last night.”

  “I didn’t want you to go to jail,” I admitted to him.

  “That only happens if someone can call the police,” he said with a smile that was incredibly predatory.

  The phone rang, disturbing our moment.

  “I have to get that,” I told him. I stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek before reaching for the headset.

  “See you after work,” he said and headed towards the exit.

  “Wolf Enterprises,” I answered as I watched his taut backside walk away.

  After I finished with the call, I walked into the back room and stood with my hands on my hips, glaring at the occupants of the back office. Four men sat at computer desks, suddenly very interested in their work.

  “Who called him?” I demanded angrily. They knew exactly what I was talking about, so I did not clarify who I meant.

  They all looked at me and Tom, the oldest of them at thirty-five years old, stood up and said, “I did.” His freckles stood out more than normal from the glow of the overhead lights and his flushed skin, most likely due to anger at the situation.

  “I was going to call him,” I informed them irritably.

  “That bruise happened hours ago,” Marco argued and stood up. “You should have called one of us as soon as it happened.”

  “I thought Tysen was out of state,” I explained.

  “He was,” Tom said, “but he came back so we wouldn’t go kill that piece of crap.”

  “This is why I didn’t call you guys,” I grumbled. Truthfully, I was glad to have people who cared so much for me and who had my back. I knew of quite a few women who would still be with their abusive boyfriend right now. I knew as soon as it happened that I was gone. I also knew if any of them had come to the house last night after it had happened, that Jon would have been sent to the hospital, at the very least.

  “When were you going to say something?” Marco asked. “It’s ten o’clock.”

  “I was going to wait until Jon was at work.”

  They frowned at me.

  “My bags are already packed at the house. I was not planning on going back there. You can ask whoever went to get my things, I packed it all this morning before I left for work.”

  “Then why didn’t you call one of us this morning to get you and your things?” Tom asked.

  “Guys, I appreciate your protectiveness and am incredibly thankful to know you have my back. However, I can take care of myself. If I didn’t know the pack, I would still have left and went to a friend’s house or something.” Not that I had many friends outside of the pack, but I would have found somewhere to stay.

  They seemed satisfied with my answer and calmed down a bit. No doubt, they had heard the truth in my words. Shapeshifters were great at detecting if someone was lying.

  “He is still going to get a visit,” Lucas said from the back corner where he was usually brooding. “Doesn’t matter if you waited a month or a year to tell us.”

  Oh. Since I didn’t know how to respond to that, I turned and went back to my desk to do some more work. I was surprised that Tysen or the guys hadn’t tried to convince me to take the day off. Then again, at work they could keep an eye on me and ensure that I didn’t interact with Jon during the day. Or, if he did stop by my work, they would be there to talk to him.

  Two hours later, I realized that my cell phone was gone.

  “That jerk,” I growled at the empty front office. I dialed Tysen’s number and tapped my finger on the desk while I waited for him to answer.

  “You can’t stay with him,” he said instead of saying “hello” like a normal person.

  “Did you take my phone?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Why?” I knew why, but I still wanted to hear him say it.

  “I didn’t want you listening to him trying to convince you to stay.”

  “I wouldn’t. I am leaving him.”

  “And I’m going to make sure that you do. I can’t spend one more day watching you slowly wither while he drains your soul.”

  “That was very deep,” I whispered and then laughed softly.

  “You don’t see it, but we can,” he murmured. “Your soul has darkened considerably since you started dating him.”

 
“Are you saying I have a black soul?” I asked with a laugh.

  “Almost. Souls don’t turn fully black unless filled with evil. Yours is just sick and dying.”

  “My soul can’t die,” I said and rolled my eyes.

  “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

  I looked around, but he wasn’t here.

  “I had already packed my things. Ask the guys after they get to my house. All of my things were packed and waiting for them.”

  He didn’t talk for a moment and I savored having actually caught him off guard for a change. It rarely happened.

  “I’ve got to get back to work. Just don’t break my phone,” I ordered him. After setting the phone down in the cradle, I sighed loudly. Was he right about my soul? Shifters had some really strange abilities, so it wouldn’t surprise me.

  “Why are you upset?” Lucas asked me.

  He leaned against the doorway, blocking everything behind him with his ridiculously large shoulders. His hair was shoulder length and tied back with a leather string. It was solid black and the softest hair I’d ever touched, male or female. His cheekbones were high and there was no doubt that he was full-blooded Cherokee. There was a rumor that he had been contacted to do modeling, but no one was able to confirm or deny it.

  “Can you see my soul?” I asked softly.

  He nodded once.

  “Is it dying?”

  “It was,” he said in agreement with Tysen. “It’s a little brighter today than usual.”

  “Will I die? How do I regenerate it?” Was that even possible?

  “I don’t think you will die. Happy experiences and being somewhere you feel loved will help it revive itself.”

  “Is that the real reason he’s putting me in one of the duplexes?” The duplexes were situated in a small cul-de-sac and was fully owned by the pack. It was the safest place for me to be, surrounded by the pack, just seconds from someone rescuing me, if needed.

  Lucas exhaled while looking at the ground. This was the most he had talked to me in a single day, ever.

  “Being with the pack should help, but it won’t be enough just to live there and work here. You will still have to find happy experiences and…” He paused and then whispered, “Tysen should talk to you about this. He can tell you more.”

  He was hiding something from me. After knowing these guys for a decade, I could tell.

  “What are you hiding?” I asked.

  He shrugged and went into the back office, closing the door. It was so infuriating how they could just walk away, leaving me to deal with the silence and unanswered questions. Leaving me alone to my own thoughts about such a serious topic for several hours was not the best decision, but I just tried to focus on work instead of my supposedly impending doom.

  Tysen walked in the door at exactly five o’clock with a scowl on his face and tense shoulders.

  “What’s…”

  I didn’t even get to finish my question as he walked by me and into the back. He shut the door behind him and left me staring at the closed door. “Well, hello to you too.” Clearly someone was in a bad mood. I finished cleaning up my desk, organized my stacks of papers, and made my to-do notes for the next work day. I watched as the computer signed off and then switched off my monitor to save on energy.

  A few minutes later, he came out with the scowl still in place. After a second of silence, he looked up at me and smiled, the anger completely gone. “Are you ready to go?” Tysen asked.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked instead of answering him.

  He draped his arm across my shoulders and tugged me against his side and around the front desk. “Let’s go get some food.”

  “Is it about me?” I asked since he obviously wasn’t going to give me specifics.

  “Do you want Mexican? I’m craving Mexican food.”

  “That’s a ‘yes’ then,” I grumbled as we walked out to the parking lot. It was a hot day, one that made me glad I worked indoors and didn’t have a construction job like my dad had had. He used to come home covered in dirt and sweat and lay down on the tile floor for ten minutes before removing his boots and taking a long cold shower. Mom always complained about having to use so much stain remover on his clothes and how she had to do his clothes last or the rest of our clothes would smell like a construction site, no matter how many times she washed them.

  Tysen opened the car door for me, chivalry not dead with him, and then walked around to his side. As I sat down, I noticed a cell phone on the seat. It was new and still had the plastic on the screen.

  “You get a new phone?” I asked curiously despite the nagging feeling in my chest.

  He sat in the driver’s seat and started the car without looking at me. “No, that’s your phone.”

  I examined it and narrowed my eyes at him. “No. It’s not. Where is my phone?”

  “I got you a new number too. All of your contacts, well, most of your contacts have been moved over to this phone.”

  “Tysen,” I sighed. “I don’t need you getting me a new phone. I can afford a new one. Or I could have deleted his number myself.”

  “Since I broke the last one, I figured I owed you a new one.”

  “How did you break my phone? I told you not to break it!” One thing. I had ordered him not to do one thing and he couldn’t even do that.

  His grip on the steering wheel tightened and his foot pushed down on the gas pedal a bit harder.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up while he was driving.

  “He was messaging your phone. I told him to stop trying to contact you.”

  “What did he say?” I asked softly, knowing it wasn’t going to be a good response. My boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, had no idea that Tysen and the boys at work were shifters.

  “He told me that if I wanted to keep you two apart, I would have to come meet him face to face.”

  Oh, Odin’s beard, that idiot.

  “Is he alive?” I asked softly.

  He looked at me sharply and then back at the road. “Of course he is. You know I don’t just kill people.”

  “I’m surprised actually,” I admitted.

  “I really wanted to,” he acknowledged, “but I thought it might upset you and I didn’t want to have to deal with his body.”

  “I’m sorry that you had to deal with that. I could have handled it.”

  “It was my pleasure,” he said with a wicked grin.

  “He’s in the hospital, isn’t he?”

  “Duh.”

  I sighed and leaned my head back against the headrest. “You shifters are so protective,” I whispered.

  “This has nothing to do with being a shifter,” he argued. “Any male would have done the same, even a human, or a troll.”

  He was right, I knew that. I still liked to ruffle his feathers occasionally.

  “Thank you,” I said quickly before he could interrupt me. “Thank you for caring.”

  He linked our hands together and whispered, “No matter what, I will always protect you, Jess.”

  “How do I fix my soul?” I asked him. I didn’t want to rat Lucas out for telling me about it if I didn’t have to.

  “Being away from him will help. Being around the pack will also help.”

  “What else? How long will it take?”

  “I can heal you a bit,” he offered.

  “Every time you use your powers on me, it ties us more and more. I’m human. You’re not supposed to use your powers on me.”

  “The Pack Assembly met and they agreed that I could heal your soul, not all the way, but enough to ensure it was on the path to recovery.”

  The Pack Assembly was a group of the top shifters in the state who met to discuss important items. Tysen was technically Alpha since he was the strongest of them all, but they didn’t want it to be a monarchy, so they created the Assembly. Knowing that they had gathered and agreed to let him do this, meant a lot to me.

  Fear knotted in my stomach like a weight. “It’s really bad then, isn’t it
? My soul? What would have happened if I had stayed with him?”

  “Your soul would have shriveled until it was barely existent and your body would have become a shell.”

  “Would I have died?”

  “I wouldn’t let that happen,” he assured me and squeezed my hand.

  I had forgotten we were holding hands. It was nice and reassuring, so I didn’t pull away. His hands weren’t as dark as usual. How often did he get outside anymore? He was a great attorney and made a lot of money, but he sacrificed his time outdoors, which could be a bit taxing on his primal side.

  “Would I have died?” I asked him again.

  His hand tightened around mine, but I was pretty sure it was involuntary. “Yes.”

  I sucked in a gasp and slouched in the passenger seat. I would have died. That scumbag may have actually done me a favor by cheating on me and hitting me.

  “Mexican or sushi?” he asked me softly.

  “Mexican,” I whispered as the severity of my situation settled upon me.

  “Hey, you’re safe. I’m here.”

  “What if you hadn’t been?” I whispered mostly to myself. I was fairly certain that I still would have left Jon, I had no patience for abusive people. But, I also knew that when I left him I would have the pack to help me.

  “It’s not important. What is important is that you can now live a happy life and find a man who will treat you right.”

  I glanced at him and smirked as soon as I saw his clenched jaw. Tysen and I had dated a few years ago, but we broke up when I moved out of town, though I had returned only a few months later. He never stopped loving me and, if I was honest with myself, I hadn’t stopped loving him. I just wasn’t sure he was ready to be with me again.

  “I guess I’m going to have to start going out to the bars on the weekends again,” I said and smiled wide. “I don’t know if I even have dresses that are short enough for this type of event.”

  “You don’t need a short dress to attract men,” he said seriously.

  “You’re full of compliments today, aren’t you?”