The Dom Unleashes His Wolf [Unchained Love 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Page A

Nicholas, it’d be absolutely awesome if you explained a few things to me.”
    Ramona padded off into the tall grass and came back a few minutes later wearing her basketball uniform again. “Sorry, Gaynor,” she said.
    “Yeah, you’re lucky I remembered the incident in the mall, instead of having a freaking heart attack when you turned into a lion.”
    “What incident in the mall?” asked Cameron.
    “Later. We need to get out of here. I have to go and bail half the team out of jail. Omar needs to see you’re all right, Ramona, before he actually kills one of these morons,” said Nicholas.
    “Wait just a goddamn minute. Why were the purple people after Ramona? Who are they? Who are you?”
    “They want me because I’m a shape-shifter. There’s a lot more male shifters than females around, and very few pure-blood women. Some of the bad guys are probably shifters, too, but fortunately not the couple who grabbed me. I’ll talk to you on Monday, Gaynor, and you can tell me then about your pet—dog.”
    Tor winced at the way Ramona finished the sentence. It was pretty obvious she knew who he was, too. Now he had to find a way to tell the two people who mattered the most in the world to him without driving them away.
    By the way, I’m a werewolf shape-shifter. Hadn’t I mentioned that before? Sorry. Oh shit. This was going to be a tricky conversation. Very tricky.
    Tor stood up and padded after the others. When he got to where he’d left his clothes he whined and Gaynor stopped. She walked back to where he was and stared at him. “What’s your problem, Tor? First some people try to abduct Ramona. Then she turns into a freaking lion. And, if that’s not enough to send me totally insane, you decide to become a wolf. Four months, Tor. Four months we’ve been together. And never so much as a hint that you’re not human. Or not completely human. Or whatever. Any normal woman would be lying on the ground, drumming her heels, having screaming hysterics about now, and damned if I won’t do that, too, real soon.”
    Tor whined. He knew this was hard for her. Hated that he’d not been able to tell her about himself in time. He walked around the tree to where his clothes were scattered. Gaynor bent down and saw all the blood.
    “You’re hurt. Where are you hurt? Fuck, Tor, show me.”
    Tor twisted his snout around as far to his side as it would go without sitting down and stretching too much, and she ran her hands gently down his coat. When he whimpered she parted the fur and looked at him. “You’re cut. It’s not bad, not deep, doesn’t need stitches. But shit. One of those purple people must have had a knife. A knife!”
    “I bet he doesn’t want to change back until it’s healed. Changing might make it worse or something. Not that this excuses him for his lack of trusting us, warning us, telling us about himself,” said Cameron.
    “You’re very likely right.” Gaynor rolled Tor’s shoes and socks and ripped shirt inside his pants, then turned and pointed her finger at him. “Being hurt is not an excuse. You deceived us, Tor. I trusted you in everything and you didn’t trust us at all. Right now I feel like everything I thought we had together was just a lie.”
    “When we get home we need to talk.” Cameron was using his cold, legal voice again. That hurt as much as Gaynor’s anger. Ah fuck, how could he explain everything to them? He’d done it for them. Waited to tell them until everything was just right. How was he supposed to guess someone would knife him at a basketball tournament? He’d wanted everything to be perfect for them, and now it was all messed up.
    In the parking lot were a contingent of police, some paramedics, and a large crowd of onlookers. Tor nudged Gaynor with his nose, so they quietly moved on to their car. Tor noted and appreciated that Cameron kept pushing Tor between them and away from people, almost hiding the wolf between himself and Gaynor. He was big for a dog but