someone started
observing things around here." He cast his voice around her, like
he wasn't really talking to her, and her ears picked up the angry
whispered voices from the other side of the fire. She had a feeling
that Jason was pissed off, a lot of the male wolves from his pack
were, but she couldn't actually hear what they said. Once again,
she still no clue why. He had Callie after all, and that little
reminder made her grimace and until she could get back to neutral
face, she took a long drink of beer.
Planning to ignore Jason's pack for the
night, she stayed very close to Chris, enjoying the way it was easy
to be with him and the pack that she was most close to. Chris
finally reminded her that she had promised to dance if he shaved,
which he had so clearly done, expertly he added, and tugged her to
the side of the bonfire while Brett and the rest of the guys in the
band grabbed the females hanging around, and followed them, all of
them dancing together. She had forgotten what a good dancer he was,
but most wolves were. It was easy to be coordinated and naturally
rhythmic when you had an animal inside you.
While she tried her best to have a good time,
several things bothered her. First, she could feel Jason's eyes,
not to mention the eyes of the Tressel pack, on her back the entire
time that she was with Chris. Second, every time she looked in that
direction, which she tried not to do, she saw Callie's face
streaked with tears and she was being comforted by several females,
and was clearly standing far away from Jason. And lastly, Cadence
was completely miserable. She hated Callie for taking Jason, hated
Jason for abandoning her all those years ago, and hated that she
was desperately lonely but couldn't even really picture being with
Chris.
He was everything a girl could want:
gorgeous, charming, a great job, a place of his own, and a sweet
smile. He was the sort of guy that smiled at you and your knees
went weak and your heart fluttered. Except that didn't happen to
her with him. She liked him, she loved his family and the Garra
pack, but he wasn't Jason. How could you be with someone when your
heart belonged to someone else?
After a half dozen songs, when she was
thoroughly turned on just from all the grinding Chris was doing,
not to mention the vibes from the other wolves as they danced, she
was pulled back to the house, Chris with his arm around her and the
band tight behind them. The suggestion that they were going to jam
a little was like literal music to her ears. Years ago, when they
first discovered she could sing, they used to spend time jamming
during the bonfires, singing radio songs while the guys played
their acoustic instruments. It was some of the happiest times in
her life, even though she'd always wished that Jason would share it
with her, not stand on the outside and glare at her
disapprovingly.
Chris took the easy chair that was adjacent
to the couch, pulling his Fender Malibu acoustic from the case that
had appeared out of nowhere. She sat on the edge of the couch that
was next to him, tucking one leg under the other. The Garra pack
started to filter into the house, Renee's eyes shining with
happiness but a grimace on Jake's face that didn't mesh with what
had always been a fun time. After a quick tune up and some light
bantering, they played and she sang, with Chris accompanying her.
Her range was big, both soprano and alto, and Chris had a tenor
that matched nearly perfectly. They sang and played for hours, and
she was able to really lose herself in the music and the sense of
family that the pack gave to her. It was the first time, in a very
long time, that she felt like she truly belonged. Jason's pack, the
females all resented her, except for Callie and of course the mated
ones. But the ones that were her age or older made her feel like
she was some kind of horrible creature, brought from the bowels of
hell to torment them. Jake's pack was different though, and maybe
Chris was right. Jake
observing things around here." He cast his voice around her, like
he wasn't really talking to her, and her ears picked up the angry
whispered voices from the other side of the fire. She had a feeling
that Jason was pissed off, a lot of the male wolves from his pack
were, but she couldn't actually hear what they said. Once again,
she still no clue why. He had Callie after all, and that little
reminder made her grimace and until she could get back to neutral
face, she took a long drink of beer.
Planning to ignore Jason's pack for the
night, she stayed very close to Chris, enjoying the way it was easy
to be with him and the pack that she was most close to. Chris
finally reminded her that she had promised to dance if he shaved,
which he had so clearly done, expertly he added, and tugged her to
the side of the bonfire while Brett and the rest of the guys in the
band grabbed the females hanging around, and followed them, all of
them dancing together. She had forgotten what a good dancer he was,
but most wolves were. It was easy to be coordinated and naturally
rhythmic when you had an animal inside you.
While she tried her best to have a good time,
several things bothered her. First, she could feel Jason's eyes,
not to mention the eyes of the Tressel pack, on her back the entire
time that she was with Chris. Second, every time she looked in that
direction, which she tried not to do, she saw Callie's face
streaked with tears and she was being comforted by several females,
and was clearly standing far away from Jason. And lastly, Cadence
was completely miserable. She hated Callie for taking Jason, hated
Jason for abandoning her all those years ago, and hated that she
was desperately lonely but couldn't even really picture being with
Chris.
He was everything a girl could want:
gorgeous, charming, a great job, a place of his own, and a sweet
smile. He was the sort of guy that smiled at you and your knees
went weak and your heart fluttered. Except that didn't happen to
her with him. She liked him, she loved his family and the Garra
pack, but he wasn't Jason. How could you be with someone when your
heart belonged to someone else?
After a half dozen songs, when she was
thoroughly turned on just from all the grinding Chris was doing,
not to mention the vibes from the other wolves as they danced, she
was pulled back to the house, Chris with his arm around her and the
band tight behind them. The suggestion that they were going to jam
a little was like literal music to her ears. Years ago, when they
first discovered she could sing, they used to spend time jamming
during the bonfires, singing radio songs while the guys played
their acoustic instruments. It was some of the happiest times in
her life, even though she'd always wished that Jason would share it
with her, not stand on the outside and glare at her
disapprovingly.
Chris took the easy chair that was adjacent
to the couch, pulling his Fender Malibu acoustic from the case that
had appeared out of nowhere. She sat on the edge of the couch that
was next to him, tucking one leg under the other. The Garra pack
started to filter into the house, Renee's eyes shining with
happiness but a grimace on Jake's face that didn't mesh with what
had always been a fun time. After a quick tune up and some light
bantering, they played and she sang, with Chris accompanying her.
Her range was big, both soprano and alto, and Chris had a tenor
that matched nearly perfectly. They sang and played for hours, and
she was able to really lose herself in the music and the sense of
family that the pack gave to her. It was the first time, in a very
long time, that she felt like she truly belonged. Jason's pack, the
females all resented her, except for Callie and of course the mated
ones. But the ones that were her age or older made her feel like
she was some kind of horrible creature, brought from the bowels of
hell to torment them. Jake's pack was different though, and maybe
Chris was right. Jake
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