Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) by Celia Kyle Page A
Authors: Celia Kyle
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yoga.
Had he mentioned he hated yoga?
Instead of gutting Asher, he sat on the front porch not smoking or drinking coffee because Clary was a bitch, while waiting for Terrence’s guys to make their appearance. He didn’t expect them for a while—around lunchtime and the sun was only rising above the mountains—but sat outside anyway. He wouldn’t admit he was hiding from Evie. Had been since yesterday. He didn’t want to see her disgust or fear after their confrontation with Asher.
He wished he could apologize for what he said, claim the words were nothing more than anger fueling his actions and he wouldn’t really hurt her. He wished he could make that promise, but history told him there was no way he could make that vow. Not when he was pretty sure he’d break it if shoved too hard. He shied from those memories, from the time he was pushed and he pushed back.
He settled on the top step, watching the day break while keeping his eyes on the tree line. Around five, he’d sent three males into the forest to hunt for Ezekiel—hoping the male came back to search for their weaknesses—and none had called in with good news. Ezekiel had vanished and not a peep was heard. Didn’t bother Reid, though. Zeke would turn up and that was when Reid would take him down. Quick and easy. Hopefully bloody.
Then… then he didn’t know what he’d do. He knew what he wanted, but wanting and getting were two different things. In Reid’s world they never coincided. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t hope he’d get his way this time around. Mainly because he wasn’t sure he could walk away if Terrence decided Reid was needed elsewhere and gave the clan to another.
Terrence giveth and taketh away. A bit sacrilegious, but Terrence was god to this corner of the U.S.
The first clue a newcomer came near was the soft patter of feet on wood inside the house. Then the low squeak of the front door and the groan of the screen’s hinges. That patter picked up on the porch and didn’t stop until she stood beside him. She .
Reid recognized each sound, cataloged it, but it was her scent that truly had him acknowledging her presence. He tilted his head back, exposing his throat to her in a move that surprised him. Anyone else and he’d roll to his feet to meet them eye to eye. With her? He made himself vulnerable, he told her without words that his life was in her hands and she could end it if she desired.
“Hi.” Smooth, Reid, smooth .
“Hi,” her voice was soft and questioning. Uneasy, unsure and… unacceptable.
The wolf growled and grumbled at her tone, forcing him to take action. Part of him knew he should drive her away, hurt her, and make her run from him. The other part, the part ruled by the animal and its base desires, told him to draw her close and destroy any that threatened their… mating.
Mate. The word flooded his blood. Mate. The word filled his heart. Mate. The word resonated in his soul and he was forced to accept it.
Mine wasn’t an abstract concept, it was a bone deep truth and he couldn’t avoid the realization any longer.
She belonged to him and he’d defend that ownership until death.
And he knew she felt the same. At least somewhat. Some part of her had to see she belonged to him as well.
Yet… she was a half-shifter. Something he knew from her scent and his talk with Terrence. If her feelings didn’t match his, he’d make sure they did eventually through whatever means necessary short of hurting her.
He couldn’t harm his mate to save his life.
That thought immediately calmed his unease from earlier.
I can’t guarantee I won’t kill you. Yes, he could give her that guarantee.
Reid reached for her, snaring her hand and drawing her down beside him. No, that wasn’t close enough. Not nearly. He continued his pull until she rested on one thigh, her head immediately nestling onto his shoulder and her face against his neck.
His wolf rumbled with his happiness, the animal overjoyed at her closeness.
Had he mentioned he hated yoga?
Instead of gutting Asher, he sat on the front porch not smoking or drinking coffee because Clary was a bitch, while waiting for Terrence’s guys to make their appearance. He didn’t expect them for a while—around lunchtime and the sun was only rising above the mountains—but sat outside anyway. He wouldn’t admit he was hiding from Evie. Had been since yesterday. He didn’t want to see her disgust or fear after their confrontation with Asher.
He wished he could apologize for what he said, claim the words were nothing more than anger fueling his actions and he wouldn’t really hurt her. He wished he could make that promise, but history told him there was no way he could make that vow. Not when he was pretty sure he’d break it if shoved too hard. He shied from those memories, from the time he was pushed and he pushed back.
He settled on the top step, watching the day break while keeping his eyes on the tree line. Around five, he’d sent three males into the forest to hunt for Ezekiel—hoping the male came back to search for their weaknesses—and none had called in with good news. Ezekiel had vanished and not a peep was heard. Didn’t bother Reid, though. Zeke would turn up and that was when Reid would take him down. Quick and easy. Hopefully bloody.
Then… then he didn’t know what he’d do. He knew what he wanted, but wanting and getting were two different things. In Reid’s world they never coincided. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t hope he’d get his way this time around. Mainly because he wasn’t sure he could walk away if Terrence decided Reid was needed elsewhere and gave the clan to another.
Terrence giveth and taketh away. A bit sacrilegious, but Terrence was god to this corner of the U.S.
The first clue a newcomer came near was the soft patter of feet on wood inside the house. Then the low squeak of the front door and the groan of the screen’s hinges. That patter picked up on the porch and didn’t stop until she stood beside him. She .
Reid recognized each sound, cataloged it, but it was her scent that truly had him acknowledging her presence. He tilted his head back, exposing his throat to her in a move that surprised him. Anyone else and he’d roll to his feet to meet them eye to eye. With her? He made himself vulnerable, he told her without words that his life was in her hands and she could end it if she desired.
“Hi.” Smooth, Reid, smooth .
“Hi,” her voice was soft and questioning. Uneasy, unsure and… unacceptable.
The wolf growled and grumbled at her tone, forcing him to take action. Part of him knew he should drive her away, hurt her, and make her run from him. The other part, the part ruled by the animal and its base desires, told him to draw her close and destroy any that threatened their… mating.
Mate. The word flooded his blood. Mate. The word filled his heart. Mate. The word resonated in his soul and he was forced to accept it.
Mine wasn’t an abstract concept, it was a bone deep truth and he couldn’t avoid the realization any longer.
She belonged to him and he’d defend that ownership until death.
And he knew she felt the same. At least somewhat. Some part of her had to see she belonged to him as well.
Yet… she was a half-shifter. Something he knew from her scent and his talk with Terrence. If her feelings didn’t match his, he’d make sure they did eventually through whatever means necessary short of hurting her.
He couldn’t harm his mate to save his life.
That thought immediately calmed his unease from earlier.
I can’t guarantee I won’t kill you. Yes, he could give her that guarantee.
Reid reached for her, snaring her hand and drawing her down beside him. No, that wasn’t close enough. Not nearly. He continued his pull until she rested on one thigh, her head immediately nestling onto his shoulder and her face against his neck.
His wolf rumbled with his happiness, the animal overjoyed at her closeness.
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