asshole this guy was. Nothing was going to be easy with him; it would take everything she had just to draw his favor. He didn't like wolves and she was a wolf, but she hated wolves too.
"Yeah, he's kind of a jackass," Rain said, flashing what she hoped was a seductive smile at Beorn. "Most wolves are, though."
The slightest hint of a smile played under Beorn's beard as he regarded her words. "They are pretty full of themselves."
"It's not like they're special," Rain continued. "Every one of them thinks he's some hot-shot alpha dog who's going to bang the chick, knock her up and then lord over his house like a castle."
"Maybe you're not all foolish," Beorn said, glancing back at Thorn.
"At least we aren't reclusive old codgers who live alone in the forest," he replied.
"Why shouldn't we?" Rain asked, drawing surprise from both men. "We're animals, dammit, and our place is in the forest. Right now we're all playing house here in the city. None of us are true wolves anymore. Sure, we have an alpha council and packs, but those are just meaningless words. You guys can put your furs on all you want and try to look like primitive cavemen, but in the end you'll go back to your modern American homes and plop your asses down in front of the television, watching football and eating a TV dinner. That's not what wolves do. Wolves shift. Wolves hunt. Wolves are animals."
Rain couldn't believe the words that had just spilled out of her mouth. She had never had these thoughts before, and she loved her little modern American home. Why was she saying this now? Was it her speaking? Or had the wolf inside her figured out how to verbalize its words? The thought made her stomach immediately twist into a knot. This wasn't good news at all. Fear began to rack her body as both men regarded her words. She had to leave now and talk to Rowan. He was the only one who would understand, since Eva had been sharing the same thoughts about their nature with him.
"I have to go," Rain said suddenly. She turned to leave the table, but a catcher's mitt of a hand clamped down on her wrist, stopping her cold.
"You make a lot of good points there, girl," Beorn said, his face still emotionless except for the smallest hint of smile behind his beard. "But talking like that is dangerous these days. Watch yourself."
Rain didn't know what she had said, but she instantly realized that whatever it was had been a major slip-up. Thorn was eyeing her suspiciously now, his violet eyes trying to drill right through to her heart. The smile had vanished from Beorn's face and his eyes were fixed on the table. The pressure she felt on her wrist released and his hand returned to the glass of whiskey in front of him.
"I'll remember that," Rain said, turning to leave. She wasn't sure what she'd done, but she didn't want to stick around to find out.
Motherfucker, she thought as she quickly made a beeline for Eva. Why the hell did I say all that? I'm not a wild wolf; I'm domesticated like the rest. Fuck. I really liked him too.
Rain had to admit she hadn't felt so much heat and arousal in her body in a long time. Beorn was definitely what she needed right now, but it looked like he didn't need her. She'd be going home alone again.
Chapter 8
After the strange young girl wandered away, Beorn returned to chatting with Thorn. The girl had broken their concentration and alleviated the seriousness of the situation. Thorn didn't mention visiting Abaddon anymore, but Beorn knew he was still thinking about it—most likely planning all the details out in his head.
Thorn wasn't devious like Crow was, or brutally strong like Aster, or feared like Forrest, but he was probably the most logical and level-headed of all the alphas. He would think up a plan and then execute it with precision and
"Yeah, he's kind of a jackass," Rain said, flashing what she hoped was a seductive smile at Beorn. "Most wolves are, though."
The slightest hint of a smile played under Beorn's beard as he regarded her words. "They are pretty full of themselves."
"It's not like they're special," Rain continued. "Every one of them thinks he's some hot-shot alpha dog who's going to bang the chick, knock her up and then lord over his house like a castle."
"Maybe you're not all foolish," Beorn said, glancing back at Thorn.
"At least we aren't reclusive old codgers who live alone in the forest," he replied.
"Why shouldn't we?" Rain asked, drawing surprise from both men. "We're animals, dammit, and our place is in the forest. Right now we're all playing house here in the city. None of us are true wolves anymore. Sure, we have an alpha council and packs, but those are just meaningless words. You guys can put your furs on all you want and try to look like primitive cavemen, but in the end you'll go back to your modern American homes and plop your asses down in front of the television, watching football and eating a TV dinner. That's not what wolves do. Wolves shift. Wolves hunt. Wolves are animals."
Rain couldn't believe the words that had just spilled out of her mouth. She had never had these thoughts before, and she loved her little modern American home. Why was she saying this now? Was it her speaking? Or had the wolf inside her figured out how to verbalize its words? The thought made her stomach immediately twist into a knot. This wasn't good news at all. Fear began to rack her body as both men regarded her words. She had to leave now and talk to Rowan. He was the only one who would understand, since Eva had been sharing the same thoughts about their nature with him.
"I have to go," Rain said suddenly. She turned to leave the table, but a catcher's mitt of a hand clamped down on her wrist, stopping her cold.
"You make a lot of good points there, girl," Beorn said, his face still emotionless except for the smallest hint of smile behind his beard. "But talking like that is dangerous these days. Watch yourself."
Rain didn't know what she had said, but she instantly realized that whatever it was had been a major slip-up. Thorn was eyeing her suspiciously now, his violet eyes trying to drill right through to her heart. The smile had vanished from Beorn's face and his eyes were fixed on the table. The pressure she felt on her wrist released and his hand returned to the glass of whiskey in front of him.
"I'll remember that," Rain said, turning to leave. She wasn't sure what she'd done, but she didn't want to stick around to find out.
Motherfucker, she thought as she quickly made a beeline for Eva. Why the hell did I say all that? I'm not a wild wolf; I'm domesticated like the rest. Fuck. I really liked him too.
Rain had to admit she hadn't felt so much heat and arousal in her body in a long time. Beorn was definitely what she needed right now, but it looked like he didn't need her. She'd be going home alone again.
Chapter 8
After the strange young girl wandered away, Beorn returned to chatting with Thorn. The girl had broken their concentration and alleviated the seriousness of the situation. Thorn didn't mention visiting Abaddon anymore, but Beorn knew he was still thinking about it—most likely planning all the details out in his head.
Thorn wasn't devious like Crow was, or brutally strong like Aster, or feared like Forrest, but he was probably the most logical and level-headed of all the alphas. He would think up a plan and then execute it with precision and
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