Darkness? Sadness? Shadows, at the very least.
Or I was just crazy.
Which seemed far more likely. Especially given the fact that I was attracted to the bastard my wolf had just declared was going to be the replacement for the abusive mate she had rejected eight years earlier.
He stared at her. He was paler than he’d been, and he almost looked nauseous.
Quiet footsteps on the dirt caught my wolf’s attention. She glanced sideways and determined immediately that the approaching couple wasn’t a threat.
It was Abby and Nico.
At least she was alive.
He was carrying her, and she was wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts. It told me pretty clearly what had been going on between them.
Sex.
By the dazed look on her face,lotsof sex.
They’d probably made it through the climax, which was the final step of the werewolf mating process.
The way Nico was holding her was protective. Not just possessive. There were no bruises on her skin, either, and I could see a large portion of it.
Maybe he wasn’t abusive after all.
If I’d just gotten myself trapped in another mate hunt because my friend was too busy having sex to answer her phone, I was going to lose it.
My wolf was focused on the pajama guy again.
He looked like he was going to freak out even before I did.
“Is that…” Abby began, but trailed off without finishing.
“She shifted,” Pajama Guy said.
He still looked stunned.
And sick.
Dear lord, if he puked because of our mate bond, I was going to leave my wolf in control for the rest of my life.
“What does that mean?” Abby asked. Her voice sounded a little weaker. If she’d made it through the climax, she probably had an idea.
“She was already a werewolf,” Nico said, as he set Abby down on her feet gently.
That gentleness told me I was most-likely wrong about Abby being in danger. Nico obviously wasn’t my ex.
Coming after her was officially going to go down as the werewolf world’s biggest fuck up. Pajama Guy was going to vomit all over me, and everyone in Moon Ridge would be gossiping about this mess by lunchtime.
“How?” Abby asked.
“She would’ve had to be rejected,” Nico said.
“But why did she shift?” Abby looked at Nico.
Nico looked at Pajamas. “Graham?”
Tell me Mr-I’m-going-to-puke-because-this-wolf-chick-decided-I’m-her-mate wasn’t named after a bear-shaped childrens’ snack.
