Page 39 of Operation Wolf: Hunter
“What the fuck, Matt?” I hissed into my cell while walking far enough away from the house so that my conversation couldn’t be overheard. “I left you a voice message hours ago. Thank God I wasn’t fucking dying.”
“I’m at a poker tournament,” he growled. “What’s up?”
“Something strange happened to me during sex.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake! You called me to brag about your latest kinky conquest? I don’t have time for this shit, Hunter. I have to get back to the tournament.”
“Matt, will you shut the hell up and just listen? It’s not about sex. It’s about a hallucination that I had during it. Well, it’s that . . . and the incessant ranting of my inner wolf about her being our true mate.” I launched into telling him about the light show I had experienced while making love to Kia. I detailed the strange vision of the swirling kaleidoscopes that formed two separate figures before merging into one, drawing all the colors into a big sphere that eventually burst into shimmering light. “So, am I going batshit crazy? And what the fuck is a true mate?”
“Well, first, you are batshit crazy. I’ve been telling you that shit for years.”
“Fuck off,” I grumbled.
“Look,” Matt started, “on a more serious note, your wolf might be right about her being your true mate. Because that little light show that you saw? Well, Gunner told me he experienced the same shit with Celine, but he didn’t understand what it was. So, he called Eli.”
“And?” I prodded impatiently.
“Eli told Gunner that every pure-blooded shifter has a true mate—the one person who completes them. You know, equivalent to that sappy soul-mate shit. But—”
I cut him off. “That makes no sense. Why would I have a vision like that if I’m not a pureblood?”
“Are you going to let me finish or not?” Matt barked.
“Go ahead,” I growled.
“As I was about to say, Eli got his info wrong. Celine had to set him and Gunner straight. She told them that all shifters, regardless of whether they are purebloods or hybrids, have a true mate. The problem is that not very many ever find theirs.”
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.
This news wasn’t good on many levels. But most importantly because Kia had been terrified and traumatized by what she called a monster. I knew there was no way in hell she would accept the fact that I was a hybrid wolf-shifter, much less want to still be with me.
“Yep, holy shit.” Matt started laughing. “Damn! I can’t wait to tell the rest of the guys that you found your mate and that you’re officially off the fuck-everything-that-moves team. So, is she a hybrid?”
“No. She’s human,” I muttered.
“Wait . . . what?”
“You heard me,” I replied, “and the most fucked-up part is that, when she was young, a shifter killed her mother.”
“Damn, bro!” Matt exclaimed. “So, when are you going to tell her you’re a hybrid shifter?”
Never.
Damn . . . my life is so fucked right now.
