Page 12 of His Hungry Wolf

“Yeah, but the team has a quarterback. You probably even have a backup.”

“We have Mark. But he gets injured a lot. And our backup can’t hit the side of a barn. We have fast receivers and a strong offensive line. So, if we could shore up our quarterback position, we have a chance at a division title.”

“But why’d you tell your father to consider me? I told you, I don’t play quarterback.”

“Because you haven’t played it yet doesn’t mean you can’t. I feel like you’re one of those guys that has more going on than you let on. I know something about that.”

“Yeah. You’re the coach’s son pretending to be the water boy.”

“I am the water boy. Papa doesn’t believe in giving me an unfair advantage. I have to start from the bottom like everyone else.”

“Everyone else who has a job waiting for them as soon as they prove themselves?”

“What do you mean?” He asked clueless to how unlike everyone else his position was.

“Nothing.”

“Well, if you want, I can run and you can hit me on the move.”

“Sure,” I told him sending him long.

After a few passes flew left and right of him, he came back to me.

“I told you I’m a receiver,” I said hoping he would get me transferred back to where I belonged.

“Are you trying?”

“What do you mean if I’m trying? I’m throwing it, aren’t I?”

“You’re throwing it like someone is forcing you to try out for quarterback.”

“Someone is forcing me to try out for quarterback.”

“Okay, fine. But, are you telling me that that’s all you have?”

“That’s what I got.”

“So, you’re saying if your girlfriend’s life was on the line…”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Then let’s say your mom. If it meant saving your mom’s life, would that be how you threw the ball? You don’t have anything beyond that?”

I looked at him knowing what he was talking about. Yes, I was holding back. I always held back. I never wanted anyone to know what I was truly capable of. People were scared of what I was. Supernatural creatures feared my kind the wayhumans feared vampires. And when we drained a fae or shifter, it made us practically invincible.

But staring at the guy who looked at me with unusual interest, I remembered that I was no longer in a small town surrounded by the supernatural. I was at a university in Oregon surrounded by humans who didn’t know creatures like me existed.

When I was a kid, there was a man who claimed his child had changed into a wolf and had killed his wife. So humans knew about wolf shifters. But only the oldest of supernaturals remembered the incubi as more than just a children’s story. And according to Momma, that was how we wanted it.

But, did I have to worry about that here? Seeing their life forces, I could tell everyone was human.

“I might have something past that,” I said bringing a smile to Merrill’s face.

“Then, let me see it,” he said jogging down the field.

Centering myself as he ran away, I dug deep and locked in. As soon as he turned and crossed, I let loose everything I had and hit him in the chest. It felt good.

Giving me the ball back, he ran 10 yards further and crossed again. Letting it fly, I hit him in the numbers. No matter how far away he ran, each time I landed the ball exactly where I wanted it. My play had even surprised me. Until then, I was never sure of what I was capable of. I had discovered it thanks to Merrill.

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