Page 57 of Claimed By Werewolf
“Well, maybe get a hop on it because I’d like to be able to dance at your wedding without a walker.That’s all I’m saying.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.“I will let Wolf know.”
“Do that.”She sighed contentedly.“Alright, I’ll let you go.Love you, baby.”
“Love you too.”
Werewolf trudged up the sand toward the porch with his bare feet dusty and wet.“Your mom asking when the wedding is again?”he asked with a grin.
“Of course.I think she’s got a Pinterest board for it already.And I had to remind her again you want to go by Jake.”
He dropped into the chair beside me and stole my mug.“She’s persistent.I’ll give her that.And you know I only like you to call me Wolf.”
“I know, and you have no idea how persistent she is.You always seem to disappear when she calls.”
He took a sip, grimaced.“Cold.”
“You could’ve come back sooner, and it would have been warm.”
“I was helping out there,” he said, and gestured toward the beach.“Kid almost lost his kite to the sea.”
“Tragic,” I muttered.
He laughed and set the mug down.“Your mom have anything exciting to say?”
“She mentioned the Sons,” I said.“She’s heard rumors.New leadership.Less chaos.”
“Yeah.Coup called last week.Prez stepped down for good.Mac’s taking over with a smaller crew.He said it’s not the same.”
“Good.”
He nodded.“They asked if I’d ever come back.”
I turned toward him sharply.“And?”
He looked at me with his hair windblown and his eyes calm.“And I told them no.”
Relief loosened something in my chest I hadn’t realized was still tight.“You mean that?”
He reached over, tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.“You and me, we buried that life, Demi.Not going back.”
I smiled.“Good.Because I’m not trading sunsets and bad coffee for bullet holes and bar fights.”
“Hey, the coffee’s not that bad.”
“Liar.”
He laughed softly.The kind of laugh that still surprised me sometimes, like I hadn’t believed he was capable of it before.
We sat like that for a long time, just watching the water.The tide crept closer, and the waves stretched up the sand until they almost touched the porch steps.
“I think of him when I look at the water,” I said quietly.
“Tyler?”
“Yeah.”
“Every day.”I looked out at the lapping water.“But it’s not the same anymore.Used to be so sad.Now it feels like… memory.Like I can breathe when I think about him.You helped me get that, Wolf.”
