Thanks
I wasn’t touching the shitshow remark with a ten-foot pole.
The last thing I needed was for another woman to reject me. I’d barely survived the first time, and Carly had made it clear from the beginning that she wasn’t interested in me.
Furball was already just a few steps away from snuggling.
What if I was a sucker for snuggling?
How was I going to avoid getting attached?
Even if I didn’t, what the hell was I going to do when she walked away from me?
And if she’d already rejected one mate, what were the odds that she’d want me?
Logically, I knew there were valid reasons for a woman to reject a man. There were plenty of assholes in Moon Ridge. My pack had coached most of them through shifting painlessly. I knew the majority treated their mates like they walked on water, despite being assholes.
But there would be at least a few who wouldn’t treat their mates right.
Most of them would lose their minds to their wolf when they were rejected. Most of us did, in general.
I’d come close to that myself.
If Furball had walked away from her mate because he was an asshole, I might have a chance with her.
Experience told me she’d probably left him because she was only attracted to women. I wasn’t sure how I’d make it through another round of that.
After a beat of hesitation, I called Elliot.
No point in putting it off.
Regardless of my potential second rejection, I needed to know how the mate hunt, chase, and climax were going to go. If we’d just swapped roles, it wouldn’t be a huge change. If it was going to happen differently, I’d like to know beforehand.
The phone rang a few times before Elliot answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, man. This is Graham. From the Feral Pack.” I sounded awkward, and looked at Furball to see if she’d noticed.
She was still leaning against my hand while I scratched her fur. Her eyes were open, but she didn’t look suspicious anymore.
“Hey, Graham. What can I do for you?” Elliot didn’t sound as uncomfortable as I was.
“I think I, uh, kind of triggered a female werewolf’s mate hunt. I know the same thing happened for you, so I got your number from Ryder to ask how it worked.”
“Damn. Congrats, for starters.”
“Thanks. I… do you know the odds that she’ll reject me?” I couldn’t help but blurt the question.
Furball’s eyes narrowed.
Her suspicion was back.
Fuck.
I needed to get it together.
“Have you ever heard of a hunting wolf rejecting their mate?” Elliot checked.
