shifted, pulling me with him back into human form.
The relief of the change elicited a breathless gasp from me, more euphoric than usual because I'd thought my wolf had won our battle and terror had begun to kick in. My legs were wobbly from the shift and I would have fallen to the ground in surprise if Wolfie's huge arms weren't wrapped around me, his mouth still on top of my nose. "Whoa," he breathed as he steadied me, and I became aware of the fact that we were both naked, the alpha's bare skin pressing against my own.
Kiss him , demanded my wolf just as I clanged the iron-barred doors behind her and locked the canine away in her prison. Ignoring the unsolicited advice, I took a step back and struggled to pull my eyes away from Wolfie's very masculine form.
***
"It seemed like you were having a little trouble with your wolf," the man said gruffly, as if prepared for me to lash out at him for his act of dominance. It took me a minute to focus on his words, though, because my brain was still processing the scenery.
It shouldn't have bothered me that the man in front of me was naked since frequent shifts made werewolf packs a bit of a clothing-optional society. But it had been years since I'd spent much time around werewolves, and the human mores around me had sunken in. I averted my gaze in embarrassment, only afterwards realizing that my body language would be read by a werewolf as a display of submission. That thought prompted me to ignore his conversation starter and to go off on a tangent of my own. I turned flashing eyes back onto Wolfie and verbally ripped into him.
"I don't know what you think you're doing here," I growled, "But this is out-territory, and there's a young male down there who's nearing his first shift. I want you gone, and don't come back." Righteous anger carried me through the demand, but one glance at Wolfie's reaction made me want to flee.
"The kid is ours," Wolfie growled back, the apology now absent from his stance as his alpha nature rose to the surface. The man's glare matched mine, and I could feel his wolf rising back up through his skin, struggling to take control. Luckily, my darker half was too firmly locked away to follow.
Just like during our last meeting, my body told me it was either fight or flight, and this time I chose to fight. "Stop that!" I demanded and was proud of myself for not letting a waver enter my voice. Wolfie was terrifying in his anger, but I didn't want him to know that. "I don't want to talk to your wolf right now," I said, stabbing a finger toward the alpha's bare chest. "And that kid is my nephew. I've already told you once, and I'll tell you one more time—stay...away...from...him." I drew out the last words, speaking as I would to a belligerent hiker who needed a show of force to prevent him from pitching his tent in a restricted area. Of course, belligerent hikers usually wore clothes...and they didn't have the tendency to tear you apart with tooth and claw when annoyed.
" Keith is part of my pack," Wolfie said slowly and clearly, his wolf still very much in evidence behind his eyes. "If he's your nephew, where have you been for the last decade since his mother died?"
"If he's part of your pack ," I retorted, "why doesn't my nephew know that he's a werewolf?"
For the first time, I seemed to be gaining ground. Wolfie looked away, for all the world as if he were ashamed of his actions. "I'm working on it," he muttered, and when he gazed back down at me, the alpha seemed a little more human. "We really should wait until Chase is here to have this discussion," he continued quietly.
"Why?" I hurled back. "So you can act like a stuck-up alpha and have your friend translate for you? Are you too good to talk to a woman?"
This type of behavior was par for the course in most werewolf packs, where alphas required a husband or father to bring a complaint on behalf of a woman. Just thinking about that
The relief of the change elicited a breathless gasp from me, more euphoric than usual because I'd thought my wolf had won our battle and terror had begun to kick in. My legs were wobbly from the shift and I would have fallen to the ground in surprise if Wolfie's huge arms weren't wrapped around me, his mouth still on top of my nose. "Whoa," he breathed as he steadied me, and I became aware of the fact that we were both naked, the alpha's bare skin pressing against my own.
Kiss him , demanded my wolf just as I clanged the iron-barred doors behind her and locked the canine away in her prison. Ignoring the unsolicited advice, I took a step back and struggled to pull my eyes away from Wolfie's very masculine form.
***
"It seemed like you were having a little trouble with your wolf," the man said gruffly, as if prepared for me to lash out at him for his act of dominance. It took me a minute to focus on his words, though, because my brain was still processing the scenery.
It shouldn't have bothered me that the man in front of me was naked since frequent shifts made werewolf packs a bit of a clothing-optional society. But it had been years since I'd spent much time around werewolves, and the human mores around me had sunken in. I averted my gaze in embarrassment, only afterwards realizing that my body language would be read by a werewolf as a display of submission. That thought prompted me to ignore his conversation starter and to go off on a tangent of my own. I turned flashing eyes back onto Wolfie and verbally ripped into him.
"I don't know what you think you're doing here," I growled, "But this is out-territory, and there's a young male down there who's nearing his first shift. I want you gone, and don't come back." Righteous anger carried me through the demand, but one glance at Wolfie's reaction made me want to flee.
"The kid is ours," Wolfie growled back, the apology now absent from his stance as his alpha nature rose to the surface. The man's glare matched mine, and I could feel his wolf rising back up through his skin, struggling to take control. Luckily, my darker half was too firmly locked away to follow.
Just like during our last meeting, my body told me it was either fight or flight, and this time I chose to fight. "Stop that!" I demanded and was proud of myself for not letting a waver enter my voice. Wolfie was terrifying in his anger, but I didn't want him to know that. "I don't want to talk to your wolf right now," I said, stabbing a finger toward the alpha's bare chest. "And that kid is my nephew. I've already told you once, and I'll tell you one more time—stay...away...from...him." I drew out the last words, speaking as I would to a belligerent hiker who needed a show of force to prevent him from pitching his tent in a restricted area. Of course, belligerent hikers usually wore clothes...and they didn't have the tendency to tear you apart with tooth and claw when annoyed.
" Keith is part of my pack," Wolfie said slowly and clearly, his wolf still very much in evidence behind his eyes. "If he's your nephew, where have you been for the last decade since his mother died?"
"If he's part of your pack ," I retorted, "why doesn't my nephew know that he's a werewolf?"
For the first time, I seemed to be gaining ground. Wolfie looked away, for all the world as if he were ashamed of his actions. "I'm working on it," he muttered, and when he gazed back down at me, the alpha seemed a little more human. "We really should wait until Chase is here to have this discussion," he continued quietly.
"Why?" I hurled back. "So you can act like a stuck-up alpha and have your friend translate for you? Are you too good to talk to a woman?"
This type of behavior was par for the course in most werewolf packs, where alphas required a husband or father to bring a complaint on behalf of a woman. Just thinking about that
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