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

not obviously a wolf except to people who knew about various dog breeds. He was sort of tan in color, which was a fairly standard dog color, which helped him blend into human society, too.
     
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    When they got home Gaynor grabbed a couple bottles of water out of the refrigerator. She put two on the kitchen counter for herself and Cameron and poured the third into a bowl for Tor, then placed it on the floor.
    “We never did get our hot dogs for lunch, so how about pizza? I’m hungry,” said Cameron.
    “Sure,” replied Gaynor, her tummy rumbling at the thought of food. “Oh, wait. Tor, can you eat pizza? I’m not going to have to buy dog food, am I?” She looked at Tor, and he snuffled into his water bowl. “I can see communicating isn’t going to be easy. Bark if pizza is okay for lunch.”
    She was almost ready to swear the wolf smiled at her, but he gave a yip, so Cameron phoned for three pizzas. “I ordered you ham and sausage, Tor. I hope you can digest it all right in that form. I have to say, I’m waiting impatiently for your explanation. All these months and never a hint of ‘Oh, by the way, I’m a werewolf’ in your conversation.”
    “Yes. First it seems Ramona’s a freaking lion, and now you’re a wolf. I’ve got to say, I never believed that Halloween mumbo-jumbo. But right now I’m getting close to being converted,” added Gaynor.
    “I don’t reckon she’s a lion. Maybe a cougar though, or a puma,” said Cameron.
    “Whatever.” Gaynor was hot, tired, hungry, and confused. She desperately wanted Tor to change back into himself and take control. She didn’t know whether to hug him and cry that he’d been hurt, or leave him in the yard outside and lock the door to prevent him from coming near her. But it seemed Cameron was right and he needed to stay as a wolf—a fucking wolf, for God’s sake!—until he was healed. And that was another thing. Who was running around a basketball match with a knife? The purple-shirted people who wanted to abduct Ramona? Or were there other bad guys as well?
    “Tell me about how you guessed Ramona was a puma. Or cougar,” said Cameron. Tor gave a little yip as well, so Gaynor guessed he wanted to know that, too.
    “Sure, remember a few days ago I drove a motorcycle through the mall for a movie scene?”
    “Yes. I wish I’d had the chance to do that. It sounded like the best fun.”
    “Oh, it was, it was. Truly awesome. Anyway, when I was almost at the end of the mall, Ramona came rushing out of a building, almost under the wheels of the bike. I had to twist and turn and damn near fell off the thing avoiding her yet staying on my set route. I couldn’t deviate from it, because these scenes are really tightly choreographed, you know. Then, as I hit the street at the end of the mall, there’s this huge lion, or cat, or whatever.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “So when we were at lunch I asked Ramona why she’d been in the mall and she said she’d been sent to get the cat. I’m sure I’ve told you before she’s really good at getting on with animals, so of course up until this morning I believed her and never thought about it again. Now, I’d love to know the truth of why she was there and why she became a cat, too.”
    “I’m betting it was these people trying to abduct her then, too. She’s a mighty-fine-looking woman, and apparently, as a cat-shifter, she’s an extra-hot commodity.”
    “You could be right, Cameron. It makes sense anyway.” They were both silent for a few minutes, then the doorbell rang.
    “At last. I’m starved,” said Cameron, going to answer the door.
    “Me, too. But I’m waiting to hear your story, Mr. Wolf. And it’d better be good. All this time I’ve trusted you, believed in us as a family, and now I don’t know what to think anymore,” she said, turning to Tor.
     
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    Tor winced. He wanted to change right away and explain everything, but he was on shaky ground. For a start, he wasn’t fully