Full Moon Blues (Puppyville Pack) by Fel Fern Page B

supposedly went off the radar, according to my momma, who always knew everything about everyone back in my hometown of Stone Valley.
    “James Travis. You’re alive?” My voice sounds shaky, and unlike me.
    I have trouble tracing the dotted lines and connecting this stranger to the boy I fantasized about in the shower and in my room. Back then, I hid my sexuality in the closet. It was only natural given the religious nature of Stone Valley. James didn’t make my life hell like the other bullies. We’ve exchanged the occasional ‘hi’ and ‘what’s up’ in the corridors, but James is the kind of guy everyone falls in love with. Turning into a werewolf must have changed him badly, because I don’t recognize this dark and brooding stranger who’s openly looking at me like I’m something good to eat.
    “Jimmy,” he says, tone harsh.
    “Excuse me?” I’m growing more aware of his lack of clothes and it’s downright distracting. I’m doing my best to angle my body sideways, so he can’t see my member perking up. My jeans feel so damnably tight and despite the chilly night, it feels like my body’s temperature is off the charts.
    “My friends call me Jimmy. Only my foster parents call me James.”
    “Jimmy then,” I say.
    A glint appears in his eyes, both playful and menacing at once. “Don’t bother hiding anything from me, Lee. I can smell your arousal and mine.”
    Wow. I’m a little stunned by his bluntness. Truth be told I’m downright terrified of Jimmy at this instant, and inappropriately excited at once. I don’t know if these emotions are induced by my near-scrape with death, or seeing my crush here of all places.
    My instincts of self-preservation should tell me to run. To get back in front of my wheel, and hope layers of metal protect me, but instead I ask, “How do you remember my name? I mean, we hardly spoke in high school.”
    “I remember you plenty, Lee Jones.” Jimmy smiles, showing me an eyeful of his inhuman sharpened canines.
    If I peer closer, I can see it. The shadow of the boy I knew back in high school who’d show me kindness, who saw me as another human being when others only saw a fat kid to pick on. Maybe I’m imagining it all, but it’s nice to be wanted. When it came to relationships, I never had any luck, even in college.
    “You said you don’t mean me ill,” I remind him. Jimmy takes a step closer, golden gaze filled with intent—of what sort I didn’t know yet. I’m a poor player when it comes to flirting games, but something tells me this isn’t a game. One wrong move and I’ll end up like the other wolf lying by the side of the road.
    Seeing where my gaze lay, Jimmy laughs. “Don’t you worry, little human. Paul isn’t dead, just unconscious.”
    “Why would you do that? Hurt your pack mate?”
    “Simple. He was looking at what’s mine.” The sheer lofty arrogance in his words blew me away again.
    “I’m not yours. I’m not anyone’s.”
    “Oh?”
    I’m aware its suicide I’m mouthing off to a werewolf like this. I mean, the Jimmy I used to know wouldn’t harm a fly, but this man was a stranger.
    “Seriously, dude. You want to sink your teeth into some of this?” I make my point by sweeping my hand over my body. Okay, I’m not as chubby as I was back in high school, but I’m no gym bunny or spry jogger with a lean built.
    “Rest assured, Lee. I plan to put my lips, teeth, and mouth to the juiciest bits.”
    My mouth goes positively dry. “Is this some kind of effect of the full moon? I’m not exactly—”
    “Don’t make another disparaging remark about yourself,” Jimmy growls.
    “Or what?” I plant my hands on my hips. Scary-ass nude and sexy werewolf or not, my bullying days are over. I don’t let anyone push me...except my gaze drops to his generously-sized member and the serious muscles Jimmy’s packing.
    “Defiance tastes fucking sweet on you, little human. Anymore and my frigid control might snap.”
    “Why don’t you?