Page 43 of Tossed into the Mob
“It smells like old ones knowing it’s their time and making way for the new ones, but doing so gracefully by following the same pattern as their ancestors have done for centuries.”
He got it. That was pretty much it.
I had to pick the perfect place to shift and not where me and my family used to. Brock would need some light, so I’d leave the car running and the headlights on. The moon would provide more illumination. And my mate needed a clearing and not being surrounded by trees. Humans in general didn’t like the woods closing in on them. And my mate was a city guy like me.
How much longer?My wolf was agitated, and my nails extended.
Stop. We’ll be there soon.
But my beast never did understand the word “soon” which was my fault, as I’d left him waiting to shift many times.
Oh my gods, no. Don’t do this. I tried to take my foot off the accelerator, but I had paws, and fur erupted over my body. Brock yelled as my vision improved, but I was no longer holding the wheel or in control of the car.
Sorry, sorry. My wolf apologized, but it was too late, and the car was careening onto the wrong side of the road and headed toward hundred-year-old trees.
“Treyton!” My mate’s voice vibrated in my head.
I’d failed him. I was supposed to love and protect him until the end of my days, and now I was going to kill him. I tried to wrest control from my beast but couldn’t.
But as the forest loomed with the car eating up the yards, my mate flung himself over my wolf and wrenched the wheel.
“We’re not going to die today,” he yelled.
We swerved away from the forest onto the road. But the sharp turn had the vehicle headed for the ditch on the other side until Brock turned the wheel the other way. The jerking bashed my wolf against the door. He whined and his teeth chattered, while the force had the car twisting and doing a 180.
We came to a shuddering stop as Brock had one hand on the wheel and his foot jammed alongside my beast’s legs, dangling over the seat and on the brake. We ended up facing the way we’d come surrounded by a cloud of dust.
Shit. I’d messed up. This was supposed to be a meaningful introduction which would eventually lead to mating.
I took my skin, but it was too late. The moment was ruined, and now this would be a blot on our memory. We already had a few of those, and this should have been a joyous occasion.
Brock fell back into the passenger seat, gasping for breath and with a hand on his chest. I wanted to reach out to him, to use our skin-to-skin contact to soothe him, but feared how he’d react. But I did it anyway because this was my fault, and I should be considering him and not my damned ego.
Warmth pulsed from my hand to his, and his erratic breathing slowed. He stared at me, checking out my bare chest and my cock while surrounded by shredded fabric that made him sneeze.
“Forgive me. I couldn’t control him and, well…” I waved my hands around at my nakedness, the car turned around, and the clawed seat leather.
Brock put a hand over his heart. “I hope that doesn’t happen often or you’d have to give me CPR.”
He didn’t shout or tell me I was a fool. “You were amazing. Most people would have panicked.”
“I did freak, and if you asked me what I did, I doubt I could recall.”
We hugged before I drove the car off the road. I had to speak to my wolf and make sure he never did that again. He was hiding, angry at himself at breaking my trust and putting Brock at risk.
You have to face him.
Don’t want to. But he agreed to show himself.
“You want to stay inside?” I held the door open for Brock.
“Nope. I want the full reveal.”
We got out of the car, and I gave my wolf permission to take his fur. He stood silently eyeing Brock until I urged him to make the first move.
You can’t expect him to come to you.
My beast walked toward my mate, but Brock didn’t flinch or lock himself in the car. He reached out and put a hand on my wolf’s head. And we stayed like that with skin-to-skin contact until my beast put his muzzle on Brock’s palm. It was a tender moment that might never have happened if Brock hadn’t been as brave and quick-thinking.
