Sasha by the door. She arched a brow. "What's going on—seriously?"
"Probably just nerves." I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. "I'm feeling better already."
"Is that what all the noise was in the bathroom?"
"You saying you never knocked anything over?" I asked.
"I've never eaten like I just saw you eat. You scarfed more than two quarterbacks do after a game. No joke."
"As long as I didn't eat more than a fullback."
She snorted. "At least you've got a sense of humor. But really, what's going on? Is this normal?"
"Maybe."
"You haven't talked to your family since you got here, have you?"
Tears stung my eyes. "Nope."
"Call them. Maybe this is genetic—something your Great-Aunt Gertrude had and passed to you."
"Later."
She came over and handed me my phone. "Looks like you missed some calls from that hottie, Carter. And some texts. Want me to check them for you?"
I pulled a pillow over my face. Couldn't the world just disappear for a while?
The phone sounded again.
"Want me to answer?" Sasha asked.
"No."
"Hi, Carter," she practically sang.
I sat up and stared at her.
She had my phone up to her face and was nodding. "She's here, but how do I put this delicately? She's having… lady problems."
"What?" I threw a pillow at her.
"Mmm hmm." She tossed it back. "Tonight? I'll ask her."
"Do I want to know?" I mumbled.
"He wants to take you back to the Jag. He promises to have you home in time for a full night of beauty sleep for your first day of classes."
I rubbed my aching neck.
What did I have to lose?
Chapter 8
Toby
I stared at the moon as the rest of my pack ran off in other directions, howling and chasing each other. My inner wolf clawed to get out, but I was fighting it—not that I could hold out much longer.
The curse of the moon.
I narrowed my eyes and cursed it for cursing me and my kind.
Pain ran through my spine as my bones shifted and prepared to change shape. I clenched my teeth and removed my clothes, adding them to the pile.
My body threw me to the ground and I landed on all fours as my wolf escaped. Fur popped out, slicing through my skin. I gritted my teeth. Fighting the process only made it worse.
I closed my eyes and waited until I could feel paws on the ground. When I opened my eyes, everything seemed brighter. I did love the night vision and heightened senses.
My wolf urged me to join the pack.
Not tonight.
Our nose sniffed out Jet, Brick, and the others.
I shook our head.
A low growl rumbled from our throat.
Typically, we werewolves were one with our inner wolves, but the exception was when we had differing motives. The wolf longed to run with the pack—our family. I needed to find Victoria—our other half.
I parked our hindquarters on the ground.
Our pack queen is nearby. We have to find her. She needs us.
My wolf stared at the moon and howled, calling out to the others.
You'd leave her to fend for herself?
Another growl escaped our mouth.
He wasn't going to win tonight. Not when Victoria was probably frightened somewhere not far away. What if she had shifted around others?
My wolf lowered our nose, submitting to my leadership. Finally. He missed Victoria's wolf form as much as I missed her in her human form.
I raised our nose and sniffed the air, weeding out the unimportant smells.
A slight breeze brought a familiar aroma.
Victoria.
She had to be several miles away, given how faint the scent was. I put our nose to work to make sure it was coming from the direction I thought.
It was.
A howl sounded in the distance. The pack was looking for us.
I returned the call, letting them know we would join them later.
A call of protest sounded.
I howled a final time to let them know my mind was made up. Jet would be happy to be the temporary alpha, anyway.
My wolf rose and took a step toward Victoria's scent. We melded together and then burst into a run, going past the house and eventually down a dirt road which led us through more trees.
We came to a
"Probably just nerves." I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. "I'm feeling better already."
"Is that what all the noise was in the bathroom?"
"You saying you never knocked anything over?" I asked.
"I've never eaten like I just saw you eat. You scarfed more than two quarterbacks do after a game. No joke."
"As long as I didn't eat more than a fullback."
She snorted. "At least you've got a sense of humor. But really, what's going on? Is this normal?"
"Maybe."
"You haven't talked to your family since you got here, have you?"
Tears stung my eyes. "Nope."
"Call them. Maybe this is genetic—something your Great-Aunt Gertrude had and passed to you."
"Later."
She came over and handed me my phone. "Looks like you missed some calls from that hottie, Carter. And some texts. Want me to check them for you?"
I pulled a pillow over my face. Couldn't the world just disappear for a while?
The phone sounded again.
"Want me to answer?" Sasha asked.
"No."
"Hi, Carter," she practically sang.
I sat up and stared at her.
She had my phone up to her face and was nodding. "She's here, but how do I put this delicately? She's having… lady problems."
"What?" I threw a pillow at her.
"Mmm hmm." She tossed it back. "Tonight? I'll ask her."
"Do I want to know?" I mumbled.
"He wants to take you back to the Jag. He promises to have you home in time for a full night of beauty sleep for your first day of classes."
I rubbed my aching neck.
What did I have to lose?
Chapter 8
Toby
I stared at the moon as the rest of my pack ran off in other directions, howling and chasing each other. My inner wolf clawed to get out, but I was fighting it—not that I could hold out much longer.
The curse of the moon.
I narrowed my eyes and cursed it for cursing me and my kind.
Pain ran through my spine as my bones shifted and prepared to change shape. I clenched my teeth and removed my clothes, adding them to the pile.
My body threw me to the ground and I landed on all fours as my wolf escaped. Fur popped out, slicing through my skin. I gritted my teeth. Fighting the process only made it worse.
I closed my eyes and waited until I could feel paws on the ground. When I opened my eyes, everything seemed brighter. I did love the night vision and heightened senses.
My wolf urged me to join the pack.
Not tonight.
Our nose sniffed out Jet, Brick, and the others.
I shook our head.
A low growl rumbled from our throat.
Typically, we werewolves were one with our inner wolves, but the exception was when we had differing motives. The wolf longed to run with the pack—our family. I needed to find Victoria—our other half.
I parked our hindquarters on the ground.
Our pack queen is nearby. We have to find her. She needs us.
My wolf stared at the moon and howled, calling out to the others.
You'd leave her to fend for herself?
Another growl escaped our mouth.
He wasn't going to win tonight. Not when Victoria was probably frightened somewhere not far away. What if she had shifted around others?
My wolf lowered our nose, submitting to my leadership. Finally. He missed Victoria's wolf form as much as I missed her in her human form.
I raised our nose and sniffed the air, weeding out the unimportant smells.
A slight breeze brought a familiar aroma.
Victoria.
She had to be several miles away, given how faint the scent was. I put our nose to work to make sure it was coming from the direction I thought.
It was.
A howl sounded in the distance. The pack was looking for us.
I returned the call, letting them know we would join them later.
A call of protest sounded.
I howled a final time to let them know my mind was made up. Jet would be happy to be the temporary alpha, anyway.
My wolf rose and took a step toward Victoria's scent. We melded together and then burst into a run, going past the house and eventually down a dirt road which led us through more trees.
We came to a
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