Page 57 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
I don’t need to belassoed,my wolf says.
Debatable.
“Okay. For now though, I think I’d like to shift back.”
“Of course, we can still enjoy the sunset in our wolf forms.”
I grin. “It is beautiful. I love when the sky turns purple and orange.”
Then I shift, pulling on my wolf form and drawing the change more gently than she did. Everett has shifted by the time I’m done, and he goes to the very edge of the cliff and sits. We join him and stare at the technicolor sky.
Originally, I figured living with my wolf would be a minor adjustment, but I’m quickly finding out things are going to be way more complicated than I thought.
Chapter 11
Everett
I watch Raven head to the cafeteria. Her fully clothed ass is as impressive as her naked one, and I do love to watch her walk away. What I had planned on being a somewhat romantic adventure turned into a mess when her wolf took charge. Raven wrangled control from her, but she really does need to establish dominance.
Opting to give her space, I head off in search of Carter. I find him in the library, nose stuck in a book.
“What are you doing?” I ask, plopping down across from him.
“Researching,” he says.
“Anything interesting?”
He sighs and puts his finger on the page before casting a scowl my way. “Yes, and you’re interrupting me. What do you want?”
Holding up my hands in surrender, I shrug. “Far be it from me to keep a man from his book.”
“Now you’re just being annoying.”
I grin. “Yup.”
“If you must know, I’m researching lunas.”
Now this I can get interested in.
“Ah, so our little bird did spark something, huh?” Cringing at my words, I glance away from his widening eyes and wrinkled nose.
“Little bird?”
I grimace. “I regretted it the moment I said it. Pretend like it never happened.” Swinging my gaze back to meet his, I glare at the slight tilting of his lips.
With a nod, he places a slip of paper in the book and closes it. “She is rather interesting, don’t you think? A changed luna.”
“What did you find?” I reach for the book, but he pulls it out of reach, tsking at me.
“Last time I gave you a book you lost it.”
“I did not. Misplaced it, maybe. Lost is such a strong word.”
He places the book in his lap. “Regardless of what you call it, you’re not setting a finger on the one text with details about lunas. I don’t trust you not tomisplaceit.”
“It was one time,” I say with a huff. “Besides, it was Outlander. It’s not like it was some scholarly book.”
“There’s a great deal of history”—he cuts off and shakes his head—“never mind. Forget I mentioned it.”
