“Don't worry about us. We're used to sleeping in the mountains, and we have quite a few comfortable nests hidden there.”
“But what about Mom and Dad?” Marie asked hastily.
“We'll take care of them, too,” Faol said, and Marie got a strange feeling.
She looked at Sofia, who nodded slightly. Something was wrong, Marie was sure of it. The way Mom and Tiamhaidh looked at each other and the way Faol and Baz avoided their eyes. But what choice did she have? She didn't have any proof and her grandparents hadn't done anything to awaken her suspicions. She had no choice but to trust them. “Dad?”
David nodded, too. He looked troubled. As if he, too, sensed that everything wasn't what it seemed to be.
“Well, okay then,” Marie agreed. She nodded as if to confirm to herself that it was really okay and turned to Tiamhaidh. “Where would you like to sleep?”
“In your arms, like always,” he grinned.
“That's not an answer,” she laughed and grabbed her bag from the floor. She carried it to the bigger bedroom where the windows opened straight onto the lake and offered a breathtaking view. She knew she had chosen well when she saw a small door at the back of the room. Tiamhaidh might like the opportunity to sneak into the forest at night and hunt with his friends whenever he felt like it.
Faol smiled approvingly. Marie may not be a shape shifter, but she seemed to understand their nature. Tiamhaidh was lucky to have her. She took Sofia's hand gently and led her quietly out. Baz and David followed them. Suddenly, Marie was alone with Tiamhaidh.
She swallowed and slumped onto the bed. “Come here.”
Tiamhaidh looked bothered and she got up. He actually took couple of steps back before she reached him and grabbed his hand.
“Tiamhaidh.” She smiled modestly and started to lead him to the bedroom. He gulped but had no choice but to follow her like a lamb being taken to the butcher. She climbed easily onto the bed and let her fingers slide smoothly over his arms. Her eyes were glued to his and slowly she started to unzip his hoodie.
“No way!” he cried and jumped up, panicking. “We're not going to do anything like that now!”
“Yes way,” she laughed and grabbed the nearest pillow. She threw it at Tiamhaidh and a dangerous gleam appeared in his eyes. He took the pillow from the floor and dove onto the bed. Marie screamed and tried to crawl away, but every time she was about to flee from his hands, he managed to grab her and smack her gently with the pillows and the blanket.
At last, they lay on the bed, panting heavily and totally exhausted. All the tension from her muscles was gone and she felt she might like it here after all. Tiamhaidh drew himself closer to her and she put her arms around him, letting her eyes close, and before she could think of anything else she fell into a peaceful dream.
CHAPTER 7
The room was pitch black when Marie woke up. Tiamhaidh was nowhere to be seen and the bed next to her felt empty and cold. She was still drowsy as she scrambled to sit up and look at the lake that was bathed in moonlight. A wolf howled somewhere and she laughed. Of course. She should've guessed. Tiamhaidh couldn't possibly resist the call of the wolves and had joined them on their nightly hunting trip. Marie threw her blanket aside and stepped onto the cold floor. She couldn't hear any voices around, though she was sure that at least Dad had settled in the other house. Would it always be like this, she wondered? Her sleeping alone at night while Tiamhaidh was hunting? She felt a shiver of loneliness but forced it away. She had known from the start that with Tiamhaidh everything would be different. He was nothing like the boys she had known before. He was more a wolf than a man and the call of nature was so strong. Maybe even too strong. Would he really be able to settle down with a human girl and stay with her?
She walked to the dining table and saw a note. He must've been in a hurry,
“But what about Mom and Dad?” Marie asked hastily.
“We'll take care of them, too,” Faol said, and Marie got a strange feeling.
She looked at Sofia, who nodded slightly. Something was wrong, Marie was sure of it. The way Mom and Tiamhaidh looked at each other and the way Faol and Baz avoided their eyes. But what choice did she have? She didn't have any proof and her grandparents hadn't done anything to awaken her suspicions. She had no choice but to trust them. “Dad?”
David nodded, too. He looked troubled. As if he, too, sensed that everything wasn't what it seemed to be.
“Well, okay then,” Marie agreed. She nodded as if to confirm to herself that it was really okay and turned to Tiamhaidh. “Where would you like to sleep?”
“In your arms, like always,” he grinned.
“That's not an answer,” she laughed and grabbed her bag from the floor. She carried it to the bigger bedroom where the windows opened straight onto the lake and offered a breathtaking view. She knew she had chosen well when she saw a small door at the back of the room. Tiamhaidh might like the opportunity to sneak into the forest at night and hunt with his friends whenever he felt like it.
Faol smiled approvingly. Marie may not be a shape shifter, but she seemed to understand their nature. Tiamhaidh was lucky to have her. She took Sofia's hand gently and led her quietly out. Baz and David followed them. Suddenly, Marie was alone with Tiamhaidh.
She swallowed and slumped onto the bed. “Come here.”
Tiamhaidh looked bothered and she got up. He actually took couple of steps back before she reached him and grabbed his hand.
“Tiamhaidh.” She smiled modestly and started to lead him to the bedroom. He gulped but had no choice but to follow her like a lamb being taken to the butcher. She climbed easily onto the bed and let her fingers slide smoothly over his arms. Her eyes were glued to his and slowly she started to unzip his hoodie.
“No way!” he cried and jumped up, panicking. “We're not going to do anything like that now!”
“Yes way,” she laughed and grabbed the nearest pillow. She threw it at Tiamhaidh and a dangerous gleam appeared in his eyes. He took the pillow from the floor and dove onto the bed. Marie screamed and tried to crawl away, but every time she was about to flee from his hands, he managed to grab her and smack her gently with the pillows and the blanket.
At last, they lay on the bed, panting heavily and totally exhausted. All the tension from her muscles was gone and she felt she might like it here after all. Tiamhaidh drew himself closer to her and she put her arms around him, letting her eyes close, and before she could think of anything else she fell into a peaceful dream.
CHAPTER 7
The room was pitch black when Marie woke up. Tiamhaidh was nowhere to be seen and the bed next to her felt empty and cold. She was still drowsy as she scrambled to sit up and look at the lake that was bathed in moonlight. A wolf howled somewhere and she laughed. Of course. She should've guessed. Tiamhaidh couldn't possibly resist the call of the wolves and had joined them on their nightly hunting trip. Marie threw her blanket aside and stepped onto the cold floor. She couldn't hear any voices around, though she was sure that at least Dad had settled in the other house. Would it always be like this, she wondered? Her sleeping alone at night while Tiamhaidh was hunting? She felt a shiver of loneliness but forced it away. She had known from the start that with Tiamhaidh everything would be different. He was nothing like the boys she had known before. He was more a wolf than a man and the call of nature was so strong. Maybe even too strong. Would he really be able to settle down with a human girl and stay with her?
She walked to the dining table and saw a note. He must've been in a hurry,
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