Werewolf Me by Amarinda Jones Page B

different things to different people. Truro herself had made an art form of getting by. She had vague plans of what she should do. Mostly they centered on leaving Ludlum and travelling the world in search of something. What exactly she wasn’t sure. Problem was there was something about Ludlum that kept her there. “Well, I don’t get the whole nature thing. I’m city girl.”
     

    “Yet you’re in Ludlum,” Murphy pointed out the obvious and Truro was anything but. He could see she was on edge and trying to control it. Murphy wondered what effort that took. He himself believed in just going with his emotions and right now he wanted to take the trembling woman in his arms and let her know everything would be all right. But he knew she would fight that. There was a wary look in her eyes. This was a different woman from the one who he had made love to in the last couple of days. That Truro had no defenses. She just gave. This version was cornered and trying to decide how to act and what to do. Murphy smiled softly at her. Truro blinked rapidly as if trying to control herself from whatever wild thought she was thinking.
    “Yeah well, I took a wrong turn.”
    “Maybe it was one you were meant to take.” Murphy wondered what Truro would say if he told her straight out that he had been searching all his life for her and that he would protect and love her forever. That he was led to Ludlum by the call of his wolf clan. She would probably beat me over the head with the guest register. Although beautifully curvaceous, Murphy had a feeling Truro was quite scrappy when it came to a fight. But he had a goal. He had come to meet up with his clan and for Truro. She could fight against him as much as she liked but she would not win.
    “Um, van six is available. It’s quiet and it has its own facilities.”
    “I’ll take it.” Anything to be near you .
    Truro peered over the counter and looked down on the swag at his feet. “That all you got, wolf man?”
    “That’s all I need.” The sudden sound of multiple wolf cries broke through the air. Murphy smiled. It was not yet dark and yet they urged him to come and be with them. Some wolves never changed shape or form. Others, like Murphy, were werewolves and nature dictated they live as both man and animal.
    “Oh right, you probably like wolves what with the whole nature thing going on.”
    “Yes, it’s a comforting sound.” Murphy hoped one day it would comfort Truro as well.
    “It freaks the hell out of me. Especially the other night when we—”
    “Yes? Made love?”
    “Anyway it’s just an unnerving sound.”
    His hand moved to rest on hers. “How so?”
    Truro pulled away before he took full possession. “It’s such a lonely sound of longing. It scares me.” She looked surprised at her own words.
    Murphy wasn’t. Truro was beginning to recognize something he had always known. Every being recognized their soul mate the minute they met. Some instantly accepted it like Murphy. Others, like Truro, knew it subconsciously but fought against it.
    “There is nothing to be scared of.” And I have found you. “The wolves are looking for their mates.”
    “Isn’t everyone,” Truro murmured as she started writing in the register.
    “Are you?” Murphy held his breath in anticipation of her answer.
    “I have no feelings.” The words came out bland and disinterested.
    Murphy knew, as he had the other night, he would do whatever he had to in order to make this woman feel loved and wanted. “The other night—the other day—what did you feel?”
    Truro pushed the hair back from her face. “Look, wolf man, I was just lonely and angry.”
    “And?” Murphy knew there was more to it than just that.
    “And nothing.” She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him in defiance.
    Murphy grinned. Truro was adorable and complicated and his heart beat a little faster knowing she was his . I just have to convince her . That she had felt something, he didn’t doubt.