Human Shifter (Book Three: A Werewolf BBW Shifter Romance) by Aubrey Rose
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grinning at Julia's earnest tone.
"I've already read a lot of the books, but I'm excited about the creative writing one. I haven't written anything in ... gosh, I don't know how long!"
"It's not too bad," Damien said.
"You said you were a writer when we first met," Julia said, her fingers creeping along the edge of the sheet, tickling his side. "So where's your typewriter?"
"That's all a ruse to pick up pretty girls," Damien said. "I've only written a couple of books."
"That's a couple more than most people have written," Julia said, laying her head back down on his chest. "You said they were about folklore?"
"I wrote down some of the legends of our pack," Damien said. "Not our pack, I mean. My old pack. The one I left after I was blinded."
"You wrote about shifters?"
"Not exactly. I had to change a few parts of the stories. But yes, in an abstract sense, it was about all of the lore behind shifters."
"Will you tell me some stories sometime?" Julia asked. Her thoughts were beginning to creep back into Damien's mind.
... he'll tell stories. Children's stories. When we have a child ...
"Sure." Damien smiled. "There are plenty of stories to tell. Like the one about Rak's knife and the three coyotes of hell."
Julia laughed.
"Oh, that reminds me of a show ... what was that actor's name? From the show?"
... Tristan Grey ...
"Tristan Grey," he said, repeating the words he'd heard float through her mind. As soon as he said the name he knew he'd made a mistake.
"Tristan." Julia's focus snapped to attention and her fingers froze, pressing down on his chest.
... my thoughts. He's reading my thoughts ...
"What is it?" Damien asked, trying to act casual.
"How did you know that name?"
"I don't know. Maybe I watched that show a long time ago?"
"It wasn't a TV show," Julia said, her fingers curling back under her hand in retreat, her breath heavy. "That was a school play."
"A play?" Damien said helplessly.
"Coyotes. We all played coyotes. Tristan was one of the coyotes along with me. You knew his name. How? I never told you his name."
"Julia—"
"I never told you his name!" Her voice was frantic, now, her thoughts more so.
... Lied, he lied to me. Liar. LIAR! ...
"Julia, I'm sorry." Damien grasped her arms, trying to soothe her.
"Don't—don't!" Julia slid backwards, off of the bed. Damien lifted his leg to get out of bed before a shooting pain reminded him that it was broken.
Lied. Liar. He knows. He knows everything.
"Julia, let me explain."
Liar. Out. Have to get out.
"I don't want to be here," Julia said. "I don't ... I don't want to be around you right now." Her footsteps slipped backward, toward the door. He reached his hand out helplessly.
"Please don't—"
LIAR .
"I can't, Damien!" Julia's voice choked on the words. "I just ... I can't."
Betrayed. Liar. Knows. Out.
Damien listened to her steps as she flew down the stairs. The door slammed shut behind her and her presence faded from his senses. He leaned his head back against the pillow. Hurt and anger pulsed through his veins as intensely as if he had felt the emotions himself. He was a fool. She wouldn't want to talk to him again, and who could blame her?
The pain was too much, and Damien's hand scrambled for the pills Jordan had left for him on the side table. He gulped them down and waited until the blood stopped pounding in his ears. Julia had left, and he was alone now, so alone that he could not sense any edges of the reality around him. He did not want to.
The pills worked quickly, and the dark edges of the world blurred and enveloped him. He slipped into the emptiness gratefully.
CHAPTER NINE
Julia
Julia left the house in a fury. Having him know every nuance of her emotion was bad enough, but he'd been reading her thoughts without telling her! Hot tears welled up behind her eyes as she stormed down the porch steps and across the lawn. She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to get out.
The sun did not reach through
"I've already read a lot of the books, but I'm excited about the creative writing one. I haven't written anything in ... gosh, I don't know how long!"
"It's not too bad," Damien said.
"You said you were a writer when we first met," Julia said, her fingers creeping along the edge of the sheet, tickling his side. "So where's your typewriter?"
"That's all a ruse to pick up pretty girls," Damien said. "I've only written a couple of books."
"That's a couple more than most people have written," Julia said, laying her head back down on his chest. "You said they were about folklore?"
"I wrote down some of the legends of our pack," Damien said. "Not our pack, I mean. My old pack. The one I left after I was blinded."
"You wrote about shifters?"
"Not exactly. I had to change a few parts of the stories. But yes, in an abstract sense, it was about all of the lore behind shifters."
"Will you tell me some stories sometime?" Julia asked. Her thoughts were beginning to creep back into Damien's mind.
... he'll tell stories. Children's stories. When we have a child ...
"Sure." Damien smiled. "There are plenty of stories to tell. Like the one about Rak's knife and the three coyotes of hell."
Julia laughed.
"Oh, that reminds me of a show ... what was that actor's name? From the show?"
... Tristan Grey ...
"Tristan Grey," he said, repeating the words he'd heard float through her mind. As soon as he said the name he knew he'd made a mistake.
"Tristan." Julia's focus snapped to attention and her fingers froze, pressing down on his chest.
... my thoughts. He's reading my thoughts ...
"What is it?" Damien asked, trying to act casual.
"How did you know that name?"
"I don't know. Maybe I watched that show a long time ago?"
"It wasn't a TV show," Julia said, her fingers curling back under her hand in retreat, her breath heavy. "That was a school play."
"A play?" Damien said helplessly.
"Coyotes. We all played coyotes. Tristan was one of the coyotes along with me. You knew his name. How? I never told you his name."
"Julia—"
"I never told you his name!" Her voice was frantic, now, her thoughts more so.
... Lied, he lied to me. Liar. LIAR! ...
"Julia, I'm sorry." Damien grasped her arms, trying to soothe her.
"Don't—don't!" Julia slid backwards, off of the bed. Damien lifted his leg to get out of bed before a shooting pain reminded him that it was broken.
Lied. Liar. He knows. He knows everything.
"Julia, let me explain."
Liar. Out. Have to get out.
"I don't want to be here," Julia said. "I don't ... I don't want to be around you right now." Her footsteps slipped backward, toward the door. He reached his hand out helplessly.
"Please don't—"
LIAR .
"I can't, Damien!" Julia's voice choked on the words. "I just ... I can't."
Betrayed. Liar. Knows. Out.
Damien listened to her steps as she flew down the stairs. The door slammed shut behind her and her presence faded from his senses. He leaned his head back against the pillow. Hurt and anger pulsed through his veins as intensely as if he had felt the emotions himself. He was a fool. She wouldn't want to talk to him again, and who could blame her?
The pain was too much, and Damien's hand scrambled for the pills Jordan had left for him on the side table. He gulped them down and waited until the blood stopped pounding in his ears. Julia had left, and he was alone now, so alone that he could not sense any edges of the reality around him. He did not want to.
The pills worked quickly, and the dark edges of the world blurred and enveloped him. He slipped into the emptiness gratefully.
CHAPTER NINE
Julia
Julia left the house in a fury. Having him know every nuance of her emotion was bad enough, but he'd been reading her thoughts without telling her! Hot tears welled up behind her eyes as she stormed down the porch steps and across the lawn. She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to get out.
The sun did not reach through
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