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
Liam stood up and reached his hand out to me. He flashed me an award-winning smile that made my insides turn to Jell-O. I wiped my hand on my shorts then placed it in his, allowing him to help me off the ground. The static electricity instantly started the moment my hand touched his. I was beginning to enjoy the sensation. After I was on my feet, I took my hand away from his, picked up my bag and then waited for it to be offered again. He didn’t repeat his offer. “Come on.” He grinned as he threw his arm around my shoulder. “Look how little you are! You fit!” He chuckled. I jabbed him in the side, which made him chuckle more. His side was as hard as the rest of his body—not an ounce of fat anywhere. I had already accepted that he was a marbled god, but it made me push back my insecurities. “Have you already had lunch?” I asked shyly. “I had food before my class, but I’m due for my second lunch.” My brows raised. “I had a sandwich before, but it was more like a snack. I’m hungry; l
Liam I watched her walk through the door of Lupus’ and blinked a couple of times. My stomach was in knots, and Lucian wasn’t helping. He’d been agitated ever since we left Kempthorne. I parked the car into a vacant spot, then proceeded to follow her into the bar. I stopped at the wooden door with the glass panels and looked in. When I peered through the glass at the front door, I saw her hug Ryan hello with a smile that lit up her entire face. Lucian growled in response. I didn’t enter. Instead, I observed her from the door for a moment, tuning my hearing to them, once again trying to convince myself that I wasn’t spying; I was simply keeping her safe. “So, a little birdie tells me you have a Red Riding Hood fetish,” Ryan teased. “Why, are you the big bad wolf?” she flirted back. My chest tightened as Ryan laughed and flashed her a grin that I had seen work a thousand times on the she-wolves in the area. She rolled her eyes, then gave him a smaller, more reserved smile. “The whol