“I get it. Wrapping my head around it is just going to take some time.” She dragged a hand through her hair before she looked at Graham. Her eyes moved down his chest, and my wolf growled softly. “Are you going to introduce me to the sexy giant who’s holding you like he can’t wait for me to leave, Stella?”
Wyatt’s wolf snarled, putting himself between Graham and Jade.
My mate—fuck, that was insane to think—tucked me behind his back. “I’m Graham. And I think you might want to get Wyatt back to his house before his possessiveness pushes him to bite you earlier than either of you want.”
Jade rolled her eyes at the wolf. “I wasn’t hitting on him. I was stating a fact.Lookat him.” She tossed a hand toward Graham.
That wasn’t a great call. It might’ve even been a terrible one.
Because Wyatt’s wolf wasn’t playing around.
I didn’t know his story, but I knew he had been rejected. And I didn’t find it difficult at all to imagine that a rejected wolf could be extra sensitive to a woman’s attraction to another man.
The wolf lowered his head to her ankle—and bit her.
“Fuck.” Graham’s voice was low in my ear as Jade’s scream of pain tore through the air.
Her body contorted, and her shift began as Wyatt went back to his human form. He was naked, so I didn’t let my gaze wander from his face.
He stared at Jade like she was an alien for a solid minute before he looked at me. “Can you…”
He stopped.
And looked at Graham.
The heat of our climax’s need was still blazing, but I wasn’t just going to let my friend suffer alone. She didn’t know anything about being a werewolf, and Wyatt clearly wasn’t about to talk her through it.
That made it my job.
I stepped out of Graham’s grip, ignoring the way every part of me ached for him as I kneeled down next to Jade and grabbed her hand.
I’d seen the feral pack guys talk people through their shifts enough times to know what to say.
“Don’t fight the wolf,” I started.
Her eyes were red and full of pain as they met mine, but she didn’t say anything. Another cry of pain had her head tipping back as fur broke out on her knees.
I did my best to coach her through it until her pain finally ended, and a panting wolf sat in my friend’s place.
The wolf looked at me for a long moment.
Then looked at Wyatt.
He stared at her, wearing a deep grimace.
Finally, he stood up and awkwardly patted Jade’s wolf’s head. “Might be better to go to my place,” he said.
Her wolf stared at him.
After a beat of hesitation, he waved her after him. She silently stuck close to his side, following him down the dirt road until they were both too far for us to see them.
“Shit,” Graham murmured.
“What’s his story?”
“His mate was his best friend his whole life. They never had chemistry, but tried to make it work. When her wolf rejected him, she mated with his best friend. He left town that night.”
My eyes widened. “Seriously?”
