Page 43 of Bred By the Wolfman

Then I call up Liesel. I need to decide if I’m in danger, if I have to start thinking about reporting Russ to DreamTogether.

Would they keep his baby from him? I can’t do that.

Liesel’s at work, but she answers on the first ring anyway.

“I have to talk to you,” I say before she can even get out a greeting.

“What about?” Liesel asks, without skipping a beat. “Do you need me to come over?”

“Now? I mean, that would be great, but aren’t you at work?”

I can almost hear her shrug on the other end. “They won’t miss me for an hour.”

So I agree, and heat some hot water in the kettle for herbal tea, which is all I can really drink. Then I pour it over ice, because it’s fucking hot out, and wait at the table until Liesel knocks at the door.

For a second I’m afraid to answer it, in case it’s Russ on the other side. Would he come back after last night, even though I made myself clear that I don’t want to see him again?

But when I peer through the peephole, I find Liesel standing on the other side. I open the door with a sigh of relief—but maybe also disappointment.

“What’s going on?” Liesel asks, helping herself to one of the two glasses of iced tea on the table. She surveys me up and down. “You look... tired.”

I suppose that’s one way to describe it. It’s more like a bone-deep exhaustion. Everything changed in one night and now I’m adrift, even more than before.

“Remember Russ?” I ask, and Liesel blinks at me.

“Russ?”

“The wolfman who saved Boomer.”

She nods and sips her tea. “Right.”

I launch into the whole sordid story of how he gave me the cream, how he was becoming my friend. How I found out last night he’d been following me—and that he’s also Bill.

As usual, Liesel’s face doesn’t give away much. “So that’s who that wolfman at my office was,” she says, with a hmm.

My heart skips. “What wolfman at your office?”

“When I was leaving work one day, this wolfman came up to me asking about someone with a ridiculous fake name. I bet that was him trying to pick up your scent.”

My very skin shivers. He even used Liesel to get to me?

“What did you do when you found out?” my friend asks, but the tone of her voice makes it sound like she already knows the answer. Still, her eyebrows rise a little higher when I confess that we fucked in the park.

“I feel like I lost my mind out there,” I say, giving Boomer a guilty look because he had to witness it all. “I just... I couldn’t help it.”

“So you went feral?” Liesel asks.

“I mean, that’s one word you could use,” I say uncertainly. Though feral is a pretty accurate description of what Russ did to me with his cock.

“No, as in, the medical term.”

“What?”

She sighs. “When mate-bond species find their mates, they go ‘feral.’ It’s an out-of-control state. Basically, all you want to do is have sex.”

That sounds like last night, for sure. I was absolutely wild for him, even when I knew it was a bad idea.

“But that can’t happen to humans, right?” I ask, frowning.

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