Page 9 of Hunted By Wolves and Shadow
It poured out of me before I could stop it. Having never shared that with anyone, I didn’t know what response to expect. More silence, probably. Showing more of myself never made people like me better.
When I looked up, Wolf was leaning back against the sink, his hands on the rim and his elbows tucked to his sides. His eyes were on me, unreadable.
Why was this man so difficult? He was infuriating.
After an interminable stretch during which my brain unhelpfully supplied a string of negative comments he could be about to grace me with, he pushed off the counter to stand upright.
“It’s not stupid.”
Then he swept out the back door without another word.
The sight of a shirtless Wolf chopping wood was not helping my overheated situation. I’d lost track of what was emotion or discomfort or attraction by this point. It all jumbled into flushed cheeks and a squirming stomach as I approached him. I’d stayed away all morning, but this couldn’t continue.
Muscles in his back clenched as he raised the ax. His biceps bunched and unfurled as he swung. Beneath his messy cinnamon hair, he had the most delectable shoulders I had ever seen, dusted with a smattering of freckles, and I could have stood watching him all day. The ax struck with a crack and two perfect halves of the log bounced off the stump. He bent to pick up another, his trousers stretching tight, and I had to look away to stymie my blush.
This was ridiculous. I could just talk to him. I’d given him plenty of time to cool off.
Fine, I’d givenmyselftime to cool off. Not that it mattered. All the heat was back, except now it was pooled in my belly.
Making sure he could see my approach so I didn’t startle the strong man holding a deadly weapon, I held my hands out in a gesture of peace and tried for an amiable smile. “I see you have an ax now. Should I be worried?”
His tight huff of a laugh sounded like victory.
He placed the new wood on the stump. “That depends. Will I need it?”
“Why would you need it?” I thought we could lighten the mood, but he seemed determined to remain guarded.
His jaw knotted as he swung again, and another two halves of wood skittered from the platform. This time he let the ax-head bury deep into the stump and left it there. “You tell me. Who are you, Emi?” He stood to his full height and faced me. For the first time, he felt distinctly dangerous and had me rethinking the ax joke.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, who are you…Really?” The muscle beside his jaw ticked. “Because I can only think of one answer. One reason that you came here, tothiscottage. One explanation for how you walked through the Mist unscathed.”
“I—I don’t understand.” I stepped back.
His body tensed as if debating whether to pounce or run. But why? Why was he acting so aggressively suspicious?
“What is your mother's name?” His question was tight and angry, and completely unexpected.
“My mother?” Utterly confused, and with mounting concern for my safety, I took another step toward the trees. He didn’t know it was a touchy subject. “My mother isn't around,” I told him curtly. “She left when I was little.”
His face clouded. As if realizing he was being a mop-headed jerk, he backed off a touch. “But your sister's name is Jade.”
“Yes. So?” Why was it always about Jade? I didn’t want him to see the hurt in my face so I turned to blink back the prickly heat in my eyes.
His presence behind me sent a tingle up my neck. I was so aware of Wolf. When he spoke, it came out as growly as his namesake. “Who is the Ruby Witch to you, Emi?”
I whirled. “Don't call her that.”
“What? Her name?”
“Don't call my grandmother a witch. It’s rude. She’s a strong, independent woman who lives alone. So what? She likes it here, and people don't have to be such sun-forsaken jerks about it!” I bristled as he met my glare with one of silvered hostility.
“Your grandmother? Yourgrandmother!”
I took another hasty step back from his threatening figure. My hand grasped at rough bark behind me, ready to put one of the trees at the edge of the clearing between us. Maybe I'd have to chance the actual wolves in the forest after all. If only Grandma Ruby was here. Where was she?
Wolf was sweating despite the cold. “The Ruby Witch is your grandmother?” With a curse, he looked skyward. “Your sister is named Jade, and you…Your name must be, what? Emi…Em…Emma…Emerald? Ohsunny skies, that’s it, isn’t it? It’s Emerald.” He unclenched one fist to drag a hand down his stricken face. When it fell, he was looking at me like I was something foul he’d scraped from his shoe, then he dropped a half-whispered accusation. “Emerald Witch.”
