Page 8 of Call Don't Fall

“I’d hope so. We met at the hospital,” he said, his voice gruffer than before.

My wolf wagged his tail.

“I think my wolf is high. That’s the only thing that would explain his reaction.”

“Not the only thing,” Kirk frowned.

“What did he do to you? Is he the one you’re mad at?” I asked as the truck turned onto my street.

“He bit me, but that’s not---”

“I’m sorry,” I blushed. “He’s always been a bit over the top ---”

“It’s okay,” Kirk said before I could blunder on with a longwinded apology. “It’s to be expected, I think.”

“Are you serious?” I spat out the words.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Kirk stopped the truck in front of my house but didn’t kill the engine.

“I’ve never seen this---” I started but stopped.

My wolf had his butt in the air again with his tail to the side. His warmth and longing spread over me. It crawled over my skin, spinning in circles and landing square between my thighs. I bit my lip and Kirk glanced down at my lap.

“Perv!” I rolled my eyes.

I should’ve been angry with him for peeping at my boner, but I wasn’t. Maybe I really was coming into a heat cycle. I’d heard of the shots not working before.

“Eventually, when you feel up to it, I plan to show you exactly the sort of perv I am,” he chuckled, and I almost laughed.

“Did you offer me a ride home to get into my pants? What would Doctor Hemlock think about that?” I asked, my fingerssliding to the door handle. My wolf might be face down, tail up, but my head wasn’t there.

“Uhh. The ride home was his idea.”

“What?” I opened the door and Kirk followed me out of the truck.

I didn’t have anything heavy to carry. So, I wasn’t certain what his game plan was.

“Hasn’t he told you?”

“Hasn’t who told me what?” I asked.

“Your wolf,” Kirk blinked at me.

“Yeah. He’s horny. Probably going into a heat. That doesn’t mean you get laid.”

“I never--- No, not that,” Kirk shook his head.

“If there’s something you’re not telling me you better speak up,”I poked at my wolf inside his inner sanctum.

Kirk sniffed his arm again and then his armpit.

“You don’t stink. You don’t smell like anything,” I informed him.

“I know and that’s the problem. Bane said your wolf would know because he bit me but ---”

“But what?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Kirk said, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

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