Clementine My Friday shift went surprisingly well. And by well, I meant that not one angry patron threw a glass of wine on me. I took that as a win! Ryan happened to be working as well and joined me behind the bar. I could appreciate Ryan’s good looks now that I had no distractions. His eyes were a crystal grey that was ringed in a soft brown. His nose was sharp and angular, and his lips were thin. He had a strong jawline that was cleanly shaven and very straight white teeth. His smooth brown hair had just been cut by his mother, who was complaining it was getting too long—or so he had told me—and was now sitting under his earlobes at the base of his neck rather than at the tops of his shoulders. I never noticed how large he was until I had to stand next to him. He had to be well over six feet tall, and, as my father would say, built like a brick shithouse. I remember his mother saying he was a part of a sports team, and it made me wonder what the game was, because honestly, no avera
Liam I opened Clem’s door and held out my hand for her. “No backing out now, Clementine,” I growled playfully. She gingerly took my hand and frowned before letting go and stared at the house as if it was a murder location in a horror movie. I smiled and shrugged my shoulder in the direction of the house, making her reluctantly take a step toward the party. It didn’t take us long to find Ryan, who was cracking a beer and chatting with another warrior in the squad. He did a double-take when he saw Clementine. “Wow.” He wolf-whistled. “Look how well she scrubs up! Damn, girl!” A splash of pink coloured her cheeks, and she looked mortified. Her dress was amazing; there was no doubt about that. It was a crisp black number that wrapped and hugged her curves, and sat just above her knees, showing off her stunning legs. She looked fantastic, and Lucian had been yipping and panting in my head since the moment I saw her when I arrived to pick her up. However, I didn’t think she wanted to d
Clementine That damn wolf dream woke me again, but I didn’t open my eyes. I felt like a fire-poker had been shoved through my frontal lobe. Trying to put my hand to my head, I noticed it was trapped by something heavy. I tried again. Then I became aware of the heat and the comforting smell of cedar and all-spice. My eyes snapped open, and even though the light hurt them, I turned my head and looked directly at Liam, who was fast asleep and snoring softly. His legs and arms had me encased. I gazed at him for a few minutes. His face was soft and relaxed, and his long eyelashes fluttered as he dreamed. My logical brain suddenly interrupted my thoughts. What the hell am I doing in bed with Liam? The pain in my head intensified as I shoved him off me and sat up. What in the actual fuck? I put my hand to my forehead as the gentle snoring stopped. “You’re awake,” a groggy voice said. I looked down at Liam, and his mocha eyes were intense. “Liam,” I said. “Why am I in your bed?” I assum
Liam Clem was in a panic. I could smell her stress. It was making Lucian mad, and he wanted to shift to protect her. The burning sensation had started across my skin. “Clementine!” I growled as I grabbed onto her arms and made her stop pacing long enough to look at me. Her eyes were wide in fear, and her face was paler than usual. “What the hell is going on?” she whimpered. “You tell me. You’re the one acting like a crazy person.” Lucian grumbled at my approach, but I needed to get the girl to speak, and not just to herself. I needed her to talk to me. Even though I had no idea what she was stressing about, I naturally wanted to calm her down. I wanted to fix whatever was causing her stress. I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. I reached out for her, and she took a minuscule step back, but that one step felt like a chasm. She raced forward, picked up her bag, and slid her sandals onto her feet, her lime-green toenails winking at me as she did up the buckles
Clementine I was smelling his scent. A wolfless half-breed could smell scents, heal her eyes, and hear things that she shouldn't be able to hear? “I don’t understand.’ I pulled away from him and looked up at his beautiful features. His warm eyes found mine. “Every person has a unique scent. It’s usually subtle. Most of the time, you really have to sniff it out to get it.” “Dad smells like pine,” I murmured, looking at the chopping block. I had assumed it was because of all the wood chopping he had been doing, but what if I had picked up his natural scent? “Yeah, he does.” Liam shrugged. “Not that I go around smelling your dad.” He gave me a cheeky smile. I threw my face in my hands. Silent laughter started erupting through me. My whole body shook with it. This was so surreal. Werewolves were real—my father, my brother, my new friend, this town–all werewolves. Maybe I’m in shock? Maybe I needed to commit myself to a mental institution? “Hey, are you okay?” I felt a warm hand on
Liam “Liam?” Her voice sounded far away, and I tried to anchor myself to it, but Lucian was feral with anger. I tried to focus on her scent, anything to take away the shift, but I knew it was too late. The burning and itching were too much, and I knew I was shifting. I felt the first pop of a bone moving and gritted my teeth. Fuck, I really can’t shift. Not like this. I need to run into the trees and hide. The problem was, I didn’t think I could make it to the treeline, let alone beyond it on time. It was taking all of my concentration not to shift right here. It was taking all my energy not to rip through my clothes, land on all paws, and charge into the forest. And as much as Clementine said she wanted to see me in my wolf form, seeing somebody’s bones break and realign themselves was not something you could ever unsee, no matter how quick the shift may be. I felt a cooling sensation run over me. It confused my senses, and my sprouting fur instantly started to recede. Lucian stop
Clementine The sound of the howl made me jump out of my skin. I turned and looked in the general direction of the backyard. Idiot, I smiled fondly. I turned my head to see if I could hear anything else, but all I could make out was the shower running. The water was scalding hot by the time I stepped into it. My entire life had changed within twenty-four hours and learning about everything had exhausted me physically and mentally. The aftereffects of the Rohypnol were unapparent. There was no queasiness or hangover-like symptoms now—just pure exhaustion. I simply wanted to burn the essence of the day away with this hot shower, climb into bed, and sleep for a million years. I pushed my face right into the spray of water, then lowered my head, letting it hit the back of my neck, groaning as the heat hit my muscles. Eventually, I grabbed the soap and loofah and washed myself in slow, soothing circles. After my shower, I dressed in shorts and a comfy threadbare t-shirt and headed toward
Liam Monday rolled around faster than I would have liked. I tapped my foot against the empty chair in front of me as I listened to the professor at the front of the hall drone on about economics. Lucian was snoring softly in my head. I found it hard to concentrate. My mind kept wandering back to Blackfern Valley. Clem hadn’t so much as sent me a text message since I left her place on Sunday. I thought she may have checked in, but when I rolled over this morning and checked my phone, there were no messages or missed calls from her. I told myself I was worried for her safety, and it was normal for me to want her to check in after she learned about werewolves. Her entire life had been thrown into disarray, and she needed someone to help her navigate this world without humans. Even looking around this small lecture hall of sixty-odd students, only three of them were human. Humans that didn’t know they were sitting in a room full of werewolves. There were less than one-hundred humans th