Page 90 of Sigma
“What was your mother’s name?” he asks.
“Cassandra.”
“We have a girl, her name’ll be Cassandra. Cassie.”
“Then we’ll need two girls so we can have an Ellery and a Cassie.”
Jared laughs. “Fuck, woman. You’re such a brat.”
“And don’t you forget it,” I warn.
I hear a laugh through the phone.
“Oops,” I say.
“Don’t mind us,” Grey quips through the phone.
“Okay, let’s get on with it.” I straighten up.
Jared takes a deep breath, then another.
“Love you,” I whisper as he shifts.
I’m just inside the barred doorway.
His restrained and masked wolf does what it always does when it first shows up. His fur fluffs up, and he does an assessment of his surroundings, of threats. He’s growling almost immediately. He arrives in a fighting stance, which speaks volumes about how his mind works.
“Jared,” I call out.
He stops growling and sniffs before he locks on me with his eyes, blinking a few times.
And that feeling in my chest, that connection to him, it’s active. It was amped for a beat, but now it’s not.
“Hi,” I say.
He sits. And now his tail is thumping on the floor.
“Oh my goodness! You’re wagging your tail!”
I burst into tears.
He whines and pulls on the restraints.
He wants at me. He whines again. Because I’m upset?
“Sis?” I hear over the phone.
Linc. They patched him in from the village.
When I don’t immediately reply, he clips, “Should’ve moved the fuckin’ camera in there!”
Jared’s wolf starts growling, looking for where the voice is coming from.
“It’s okay. I’m okay. I’ll take the restraints off. Not the mask, just the restraints. See how he is.”
I hear Linc let out a frustrated growl through the phone.
Jared’s wolf growls in response, eyes now on the shelf where the phone is.
