Page 10 of Wulf's Pack
I glance Skylar’s way before closing my eyes and shaking my head. “They’re supposed to be a myth.”
“Lore always comes from somewhere.”
I open my eyes again and meet my brother’s steady gaze, desperately seeking some kind of solution. “I don’t know how to be a mate.”
His sympathetic smile makes my stomach roll. “You start by taking her home. Feed her, and let her get a good night’s sleep. She just went through a healing. She needs the rest. You can work the details out tomorrow. We’ll all help you.”
The world spins. I grab my head as if that will make it stop. “Take herhome?Like she’s just mine now? Is she supposed to just…move in and accept that we’re in some kind of relationship? We’re strangers!”
I glance at Skylar. She’s staring into her lap, face bright red.
I’m an ass. I’ve rejected her and made her feel like shit. I’m already only thinking of myself. I can’t do this!
“Sheisyours now,” Rook says. “And you’re hers. You don’t have to fall in love overnight. You guys can build your relationship slowly. But you belong together. The moon goddess doesn’t get things wrong.”
Mate!My wolf howls at me. He’s angry with me for trying to deny it. He wants me to go to her. He wants to hold her. Touch her. Kiss her. He wants to make a physical connection. He wants us to shift so he can meet her wolf. He wants to run with her. He’s throwing these desires at me as if they’re weapons and he can force me to submit to them.
Stop!I tell him.
Mate!
Terrance bursts through the door. “What’s going on now? I had to ask Cecile to help cover the bar.”
I have no idea how to explain it, so I let the guys do it for me.
“Wulf has just met his true mate,” Charlie says. “He’s a little overwhelmed.”
Terrance’s brows climb his forehead. “True mate?”
“Fated,” Rook explains. “Soulmates chosen by the moon goddess.”
Terrance’s mouth falls open. He quickly shuts it and furrows his brows. “I didn’t know that was a thing.”
I still can’t speak. Rook shrugs. “All wolves grow up hearing the stories, but we thought that’s all they were—stories.” He gestures between Skylar and me. “Clearly there’s more truth to the myth than we thought.”
Terrance crosses his arms over his chest and gives me his sternest stare. “You’re sure?”
All I can do is gulp. My wolf won’t let me deny it again.
Terrance must see the truth in my face. He nods once, then purses his lips in thought. His eyes comb over me before moving to Skylar. She’s shaking in her seat. Her emotions are a jumbled mess. Terrance’s face softens. “What’s your name?” he asks gruffly.
Skylar looks up. She swallows hard, but forces herself to answer. “Skylar.”
“Wulf is your mate?”
She nods, flicking a worried glance my way, as if she expects me to be angry with her for admitting it. I’m such an asshole.
Terrance watches me a minute longer. His heavy, judgmental gaze makes the floor suddenly look very interesting. After another endless moment, he says, “Welcome to the clan, Skylar.”
My head snaps up.
“Clan?” Skylar asks, confused.
Terrance nods to both her and me. “Wulf has no pack.”
Skylar startles at this. “You’re a lone wolf?” she asks me.
Her disbelief is cute. It helps with the panic. I chuckle and give her a chagrined smile. “No desire to lead, but too dominant not to be alpha, and a healthy fear of she-wolves.”
