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“I said no.” This time I infuse some of my luna power into my words.
“Fine,” he says on a growl. He can’t push me now, but he’s trying his damnedest to fight my order.
I wasn’t sure it would work with my wolf being MIA.
“Where can I find Everett?” I stand and slip on my shoes. Something isn’t right, and if anyone can help me figure out what happened, it’s him.
Carter tips his head to the side and studies me. “He’s in his room.”
“I’ll see you later,” I say and turn for the door.
“I don’t know why you’re hiding things from me, but I’m on your side.”
Gritting my teeth, I squeeze the knob harder than I need to and twist. “Thanks.”
Chapter 22
Raven
Everett’s waiting outside of his room, grinning at me. “I could smell you coming.”
“That’s unsettling,” I say, stopping in front of him. “We need to talk.”
“Come on.” He grabs my hand and leads me into his room.
Once we’re sitting on his bed, I ball my hands into fists and press my lips together. Of all the people here, Everett knows the most about my relationship with my wolf. He’s seen me shift a dozen times now, and we’ve talked about Joan and all her funny quirks. Admitting I need his help is embarrassing, but I don’t know what to do to get Joan back.
I miss the weird wolf.
“Your energy is wild right now. I can’t tell if you’re mad, sad, or anxious.”
“Probably all three,” I admit. “I still can’t hear my wolf. I’m starting to worry.”
He curses. “Have you tried shifting?”
Oh.
I hadn’t thought of that.
“Will it help?” I ask.
“It can’t hurt. The first thing we need to figure out is how worried we should be.” He moves to lean against the far wall, giving me plenty of room.
“If I can’t shift?” I stand and take off my shoes and socks.
“We’ll talk about that after.”
I reach to unbutton my pants.
“What are you doing?” he asks, slapping his hand to his face.
“Oh, now you’re shy,” I grumble as I yank off my jeans. “I’m not going to tear my clothes apart.”
His swallow is audible, and he turns to face the wall, banging his forehead against it. “Give a guy a warning next time.”
“Fine,” I snap, not caring that I sound annoyed. Worry has overridden manners.
Ripping the scarf, my shirt, and bra off, I close my eyes and reach toward where my wolf normally is. The depths of my mind are murky, but I feel a stirring of power when I reach far enough into it. I yank the power to the surface, forcing the shift. I land on all fours with a soft thud, and Everett spins around, eyes softening when he sees me in wolf form.
