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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
Clementine “I’m going for a walk!” I called out on Wednesday afternoon as I exited the mudroom and over the back lawn where Vinny and Dad were wrestling. Or at least that’s what it looked like. “Now brace your position, just like I taught you. I’ll come in from the left, and you need to counteract my weight.” “Right,” Vinny said, bracing himself into a low crouch. I watched for a few moments as Dad slammed into him with the full force of a freight train. “And here I thought you always wanted a son, yet you’re obviously trying to kill him,” I teased as Vinny was pummelled into the ground. “Vinny, just kick him in the gonads. He’ll go down like a sack of potatoes.” “Vincent, do not kick me in the gonads,” Dad warned, and Vinny laughed, then dusted himself off. “I’m just trying to go through some training techniques with your brother. Where are you going?” “For a walk. Through there.” I pointed to the trees. “You’re going into the bush?” “Um, yeah.” “You’re a city girl, Clementi
Liam My paws pounded through the bush as I cantered around, chasing a rabbit. I was supposed to be studying for my economics test, but I needed to run. I spent all Monday afternoon and evening filling my brain with the necessary information for Friday’s test. After my morning training on Tuesday, I spent the entire day at Kempthorne University. I didn’t leave Kempthorne until late, as my classes ran late on Tuesdays. By the time I got home, I was too exhausted to study. Wednesday held no physical courses for me, so I woke up early with all intentions to study, and the plan soon went out the window. I got through an hour or two and then went to find something to eat. My dad had come into the pack house kitchen and made himself a sandwich. He had been performing his alpha duties all morning and was keen to get out and work with his hands. So, after we finished our food, I went outside to help him do some work. He was renovating a cottage at the back of the pack house. Our pack house
Clementine My ankle wasn’t broken! Well, at least it wasn’t broken anymore. After a quick X-Ray and an ultrasound on my injury, they found that I had a severely twisted ligament, some bad bruising, and a freshly healed hairline fracture. He asked me to bear weight on it, and when I stood, I was surprised that my ankle could take the pressure. The pain had been subtle and dull, but nothing I couldn’t handle. There was no way I could walk on it earlier, and with a twisted ligament, I should have been at least given a moon boot and some crutches, but the doctor shook his head and told me that I was already starting to heal, so there was no point. I blinked a few times, half hobbling over to the mirror and noticing that the scrape on my face was mostly gone. Then I studied my knees. The scrapes had healed entirely, leaving a baby-pink splatter of new tissue. What the fuck? Liam studied me curiously. He looked like I felt: we had a million questions running through our minds. Dad arrive
Liam I was tense. I figured it had been the stress from my economics test. Or maybe it was something to do with the approaching full moon, but we were still a week out from it. I paced my room back and forward, deep in thought. I couldn’t be this jittery around Clementine, she was bound to ask questions, and I didn’t know how to answer them. I hadn’t responded to her questions since I left her with her dad at the medical centre. Her text messages had been left mostly unanswered too. This morning I received a message from Clementine wishing me luck on my test, and my entire stomach twisted into knots. I hadn’t replied to that one either. Instead, I turned my phone off and drove out to Kempthorne University. I had told her I would go to Lupus’ after my test, but I couldn’t bring myself to go. My mind was all over the place. My body thrummed with unwanted tension. I felt like I wanted to burst out of my skin. Lucian was lying down with his head between his paws, watching me pace but of
Clementine I smiled at my dad as he handed me the truck keys. It was Thursday and the day before the full moon. Dad had allowed me to borrow his truck a day earlier than planned. The full moon was officially at its peak on Friday night, but Dad had mentioned that the night before and a few after the full moon were still filled with quite the raucous for werewolves, and I could tell. The whole town seemed to be going crazy. It appeared that everyone started to go nuts a lot earlier than my father had indicated, honestly. Ryan seemed antsy. Tina was going through a deep clean of the bar and grill. Sophie was quiet, and Roman acted like she had too much caffeine in her system. Most other people were behaving oddly too. I hadn’t seen Liam since last week, so I couldn’t even begin to understand how the approaching full moon was affecting him, but I think it was safe to say that it was a good idea to get the hell out of Dodge. Liam hadn’t turned up at Lupus’ last Friday, and I tried not t
Liam I had woken with the sound of drills in my head. I felt out for Lucian, and I couldn’t feel him, which was my first indication something was wrong. I slowly opened my eyes but didn’t recognize the ceiling I was staring at. I looked around the room and noticed a cheap Formica coffee table and a small television fixed to the wall. “Good morning, Liam.” Stacey smiled as she entered the living room, walked over to the small kitchen, and started to warm a pot of coffee. “Oh, God! My head! What the hell happened?” The couch I was lying on was hard and uncomfortable. I tried to sit up, and the world spun. “You got piss drunk, so I had to bring you back here.” “Why does my head hurt?” She smiled at me mischievously. “I believe they call it a hangover.” “Werewolves don’t get drunk or get hangovers,” I snarled. The room spun slightly, and I grabbed my skull to try and stop it. “They do if they take shots laced with wolfsbane.” “I’m sorry, what?” “You took a shot with wolfsbane i
Liam I instantly got to my feet, took three steps forward and lowered my head, letting out a rumbling growl. My nose twitched as I smelled the four wolves running through the trees. Their scents swirled around as they darted closer, then further away, only to come close again. My mouth dripped with saliva, and I was more than ready to sink my teeth into those assholes. My hackles were rigid, and even without Lucian’s beastly anger to fuel my own, I was ready to rip them all apart, even if it was four-on-one. I growled again and waited. Fury vibrated through my paws, but I held my ground and waited. I reached back for Lucian, but he was still behind the wall in my mind. “Come on, Lucian. We need to protect Clementine.” Nothing. I shook my head. I thought that would rouse him, but he knew Clementine wasn’t here. Did the four wolves know that? I grudgingly opened my mind-link up and was smacked with indecipherable chatter. It felt like a rubber band pinging back into place. Within a