Publication Date: August 31, 2012
Reviewed by: Amber I.
If I had to choose one word to sum up all of my problems, this would be it.
Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to watch my best friend slowly becoming a monster. Without hybrids, I could let go of the mentality “hunt or be hunted.” CHAS wouldn’t be scouring the Eart
h, intent on slaughtering and using Alex to do it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to be on guard that losing my temper meant losing my shape. There would be no monster inside me, struggling to get out.
Then again, without hybrids, I wouldn’t have Wesley St. John.
Ever have a book that you sit and sit and try to think of words to describe how you feel about them but nothing can really explain it right. Blood Bond is one of those books for me. And its because it was freaking fantastic that every time I try to think of what to say all these thoughts going running threw my head that I can't even get them out right.
If you have read Dirty Blood and Cold Blood you are for a crazy amazing awesomesauce ride in Blood Bond. Heather has out done herself in this book. Its an intense read and once you start it you are not going to be able to stop. And at some points you think you can see where the story is going and how its all playing out but the BAM out of nowhere we are thrown a curve ball and it just goes a whole new way.
There is so much that happens in this book that I can't even scratch the surface of it in a review. As soon as I started this book I knew I had to finish it. And once I finished it I wanted to kick myself for reading it so fast. Now I am desperately waiting to get my hands on the next book. And I can't even talk about the whole Alex and Wes thing or else you will know exactly what happens.So lets just say I am still Team Alex all the way!!
And if you haven't started this series, then you are missing out!! I suggest you go and get a copy now.
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When Heather asked what kind of post I wanted, I said anything with Alex!! So she gave me a little scene from Cold Blood. Its the Rolling Down the Hill Scene! Enjoy
I adjusted my iPod speaker in my ear and leaned back against the wall while I waited for last bell to ring. Why did they always stick me with the hard cases? Being top of my class and ranked the best student-trainer, I’d had a few rough ones, but this took the cake. Tara freaking Godfrey, half-Hunter, half-Werewolf, here at Wood Point. And out of all the trainers they could’ve assigned, they had to pick me.
The bell rang, cutting into the hard guitar strains of Fuel in my earbuds. I cut the power and slid it into my pocket, wanting only to hurry up and get this over with. I had better things to do than train a brat with doggy blood.
Finally, she exited the classroom, a dark-haired chick in tow. Cambria … what was her last name? She’d only been going here a few months. Her mom drank. A fact that made me steer clear. I had enough liquid baggage in my own family tree.
“Finally,” I muttered. “You ready?”
She looked at me with round eyes, as if she’d forgotten all about training already. Probably hadn’t done hard PT a day in her life. “Yeah.”
I rolled my eyes. This was going to be a long semester.
I took her to the clearing. I hadn’t wanted to. It was one of the few places I enjoyed on the campus due to the fact no one else ever came this way. But I didn’t want my friends seeing this, either. I would hear about it enough as it was.
I took her through stretches, doing my best to ignore her and concentrate on the pull of muscle as I extended my arms toward the ground. She mirrored my movements without further argument. When I extended my arms above my head, she did the same. Her body elongated and despite the toned surfaces, the edges were soft. Her hips dipped inward and then sloped up to her abdomen and then her chest …
What was wrong with me?
I forced myself back to business. “Before we can get into technique or positions, I need to see you move,” I said. The words sent my thoughts in the wrong direction, and I shook myself.
“Move how?” she asked, her eyes growing round with curiosity.
“Seriously? Are you sure?”
I tried to keep the smirk off my face. She had no idea who she was up against. “I’m sure. Come on.”
When she came at me, I was ready. Or so I thought.
She moved like a worm. Writhing and wriggling and making it impossible to keep ahold of. I wasn’t worried about her hurting me—her attempts to do so were easy enough to block—but I couldn’t seem to pin her, either.
I felt her demeanor shift. Her knee came up just as I realized her intention. There was no time to block.
The impact sent me reeling. If this had been combat, maybe I would’ve held it together, but it wasn’t. She was a stupid girl who had no idea what it felt like to have your balls jammed into your spleen.
I managed to sit up and concentrated on deep breaths.
“I’m sorry,” she kept repeating. As if that made it feel better.
“I’m fine,” I managed, gritting my teeth so my voice wouldn’t come out a squeak. Could kidneys ache?
“Are you sure? I couldn’t think of another way to avoid your fist.”
That got my attention. I looked up at her. “You saw that?”
“Your hand coming up? Yeah, why?”
Very slowly, I got to my feet, breathing deeply. When I was sure I wouldn’t crumple, I spoke. “I can’t fault you for doing whatever you could to win. And your instincts and awareness under pressure are good if you saw my hand coming up. Most people wouldn’t have from that angle. From now on, a hit like that is off limits. Deal?”
“Deal,” she said quickly.
I almost skipped the run thanks to my internal injuries but Tara’s pace was slow enough it wasn’t hard to push through.
I answered her questions distractedly, my mind already working out the next phase of training, calculating how often I’d need with her to get her into shape. If we worked hard, by June, she’d pass freshman defense. Maybe.
In answer to her question—one of many—I explained to her what a strike team did.
“So, you just go in and kill them all?” she asked. The shock in her voice got my attention and I looked over. The space beside me was empty. I glanced back and found her standing there, her hands on her hips, glaring at me. I walked back to where she stood.
“If we determine they are a threat, yes, we kill them. If we find they are aligned with your little Cause group, then we leave them alone. If they are peaceable, we can’t touch them.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
Bitterness rose up in me, coating my throat. “The concept of peace is not possible for a Werewolf. It never was and it never will be. They were born monsters. We were born to eradicate them.”
“You can’t be born a monster,” she said. “Monsters are made through outside influences in their environment. By definition, you could be labeled a monster for hating someone because of their DNA.”
My hands balled into fists. Why did this girl get to me so easily? I couldn’t think straight with her mouth set that way. She was gorgeous when she was angry. “You really believe that?”
“You’re relieved of your trainer duties,” she said in answer. “I’ll speak with Headmaster and find someone else. I can only hope that all Hunters aren’t as prejudiced and close-minded as you are.” She shoved me aside and stormed off.
My shoulder tingled where she touched me. It boiled my veins. I was angry at her for judging me—and furious with myself that I didn’t hate her for it.
I ran to catch up to her and yanked her around to face me.
“What?” she snapped.
“You think you’ve got me all figured out. You think you’ve got all of us all figured out. You don’t know anything about me.”
“I could say the same about you,” she shot back. “You think I don’t see the disgust when you look at me?”
Disgust? Is that what she thought? “We all have our reasons,” I said, unwilling to correct her. “This is what we were born to do.”
“That may be true, for you. I’m not so sure I fit into that mold. Either way, we definitely shouldn’t be working together. How can you possibly trust me, knowing that I’m half-monster? That must bother you.”
I thought back to that first time I’d seen her, in the warehouse fight with Leo’s goons. The light had been slanted and dim, mostly shadows, but even then I’d been struck by her.
I shook the images away. I couldn’t say that to her. Not now. Instead, I said, “it’s not the same. I won’t be going into battle with you.”
“That’s why it’s not the same? Because you don’t have to fight me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn on you in a training session and kill you?”
The thought was so unlikely, it hadn’t crossed my mind. I shrugged. “Maybe. If you were capable.”
Something in her expression shifted. I didn’t have time to figure it out before her first connected with my jaw.
My head snapped sideways and my mouth fell open, more from shock then pain. As I straightened to face her again, her other fist landed in my gut. It reawakened the dull ache from before and I doubled over.
“What the hell was that for?” I growled.
“To show you I’m capable.”
“It’s clear we are too different to work together, much less be friends. I am half Werewolf, after all.”
I sucked in a breath and planted my feet, ignoring the pain as I straightened to look at her. “Fine,” I said. “You’re right. You’re a Dirty Blood. But you fight like a human.”
The fury transformed her face and distracted me just long enough to forget to brace myself. Or maybe there was a part of me that wanted to scuffle with her.
Her body slammed into me and we went down. I found an opening and connected my fist with her ribs. She grunted as she curled her torso around to protect her body. I hadn’t put all my force into the hit, but it was enough. We were even for her punches. The knee was another story.
I let her continue the scuffle, careful to keep her wrists in my grasp so she couldn’t land any more hits. I didn’t throw her off me, though I could’ve more than once. This was the most fun I’d had in a long time, though I’d never admit that to her.
Then I felt her chin nudging my shoulder and I realized too late her intention. Her teeth broke flesh and I yelled, wrenching her aside.
The fun was over.
My shoulder burned where her teeth had broken my flesh. I pushed her, ready to be done with this. Just before she rolled clear, she clamped down on my shoulders and slid her legs around mine, pinning us together. Then she jerked left and we rolled.
I tried throwing my body weight to stop our momentum but she writhed against it. We gained speed, turning end over end. Laughter, irrational and unexplainable, bubbles up and I swallowed it back. A rock jabbed into my shoulder blade and my smile turned to a grimace. Just as well. If she saw me laughing, she might try to knee me again. And I’d be damned if I let her do it twice.
We landed at the bottom of the hill with a thump, our faces inches apart. Her eyes were closed. I stared down at her, drinking in her smooth skin, the curved shape of her mouth, the flush in her cheeks. I lifted a hand, my fingertips hovering next to her face. What would it feel like to touch her?
Then a noise behind us caused her eyes to flutter open and she glared up at me. I dropped my hand.
Hoots and hollers and raucous laughter broke out behind us. Tara’s face reddened. I bit back a curse and got to my feet, watching her with a tightness in my chest.
What was I going to do about her?
Heather Hildenbrand was born and raised in a small town in northern Virginia where she was homeschooled through high school. She now lives in coastal VA, a few miles from the Atlantic Ocean, with her husband and two adorable children. She works from home, part time, as a property manager and when she's not furiously pounding at the keyboard, or staring off into space whilst plotting a new story, she's helping her husband with DIY projects in their home (he woodworks - she paints) or she's lying on the beach, soaking in those delicious, pre-cancerous rays.
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