Page 120 of Wolf Roulette

“Is he really called Greyson?”

“He wouldn’t agree to be called anything prior to you naming him.”

Really?“Booker refused a name at first. She said she didn’t need one to reproduce.”

The other men chuckled.

“Greyson refused one for nearly one hundred years for the same reason. You and Booker seem very close. I’ve wondered if that’s a result of you shifting at a later age. Or maybe that you weren’t born a Luther. There are slight differences between you and my wolves.”

“Like what?”

“You appear to see colour. We don’t—in either form.”

Huh, true.I’d never thought about that. The only thing I’d noticed aside from the obvious powers was that my vertigo had disappeared. “Maybe me and Booker are smarter.”

He regarded me, still leaning on the shovel.

My lumberjack fantasy had officially been replaced. Gardener Sascha for the win.

“Tell you what.” I looked him up and down. “Give me a head start and I’ll shift back to talk.”

Not waiting for an answer, I turned on my heel and strode away, far too aware of his honey gaze on my back.

Once in the trees, I broke into a run to get past our cameras. Checking Sascha hadn’t budged, I then stripped and shifted.

Immediately, tiny pressures filled Booker’s mind. There were far more pack members in four-legged form this evening.

Ignore them,I told her.Let’s just run.

We set off along Booker’s favourite route around tribal lands. She liked to make sure other wolves knew not to fuck with her territory.

Translation: We urinated a lot.

Whatever. It made her happy.

When Sascha moved toward us, I took over and led us to the river where we shifted back.

Greyson won’t bite me in this form, right?I asked her.

No, he’d be embarrassed to because you’re weak.

You could have stopped halfway through that sentence.

Naked, I perched on a large and flat rock to dip my feet in the cool river despite Booker’s hiss of displeasure.

I didn’t look back at the sound of heavy pawprints.

A large head rested on top of mine briefly before Greyson licked my ear. Snorting, I batted him away.

Cracksandpopsrose from behind.

Sascha’s breath caught. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?”

“This is just payback for your shirtless gardener show.” I hugged my knees to my chest as he sat on the rock beside me.

I looked at him. “Did you really beg Hairy to come fix the garden?”

“I had to promise to be on my best behaviour. Does that bother you?”

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