Page 115 of Rogue Wolf

If she was quick, she might get back before he stirred. Then, maybe, they could have some intimate time together, to help keep their bond strong. Obviously.

The excuse for sex made her smile. She’d use it on him in the future as a joke, a tease, maybe a way to smooth future fights because she knew there’d be some. They were both too strong willed to not clash from time to time.

Tamaska slipped off the bed. Already dressed, she left the room, heading for the clubhouse kitchen.

The house was quiet in the midmorning as its residents slept off their injuries from the fight last night. Most had chosen to sleep in. But the pain that had stopped Tamaska from sleeping any longer, was still there, the stitches pulling tight whenever she moved.

Tamaska opened the fridge. To her disappointment, there was a lot of meat, like the pack was ready to throw a big barbeque. Not what she wanted to eat right now. She picked up some cheese, broke off a chunk, then nibbled on that while searching the cupboards.

Some biscuits were about all she could find, so she snacked on them while making a cup of instant coffee.

“What are you doing up?” asked Ash as she entered the kitchen. She looked like she’d been out for a run or working out in the gym.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I’m not injured, nor do I have a boyfriend.” Ash winked, pulling some juice from the fridge and pouring it into a glass.

“Coffee?” asked Tamaska, ignoring Ash’s insinuation even as her skin heated.

“Sure, thanks.” Ash sat on a stool behind the high counter as Tamaska made the coffee. “What’s on your mind?”

She paused, looking down at the coffee. “What makes you think there’s something on my mind?”

“It’s a pack thing. I’m right, so spill.”

Oh, shit. Roan hadn’t said a word. Did she even know? It didn’t sound like it and Ash was pretty much what you see is what you get kind of woman, which she respected, so she hazarded a guess Ash was still in the dark. She flicked the shifter a glance.

“They think you changed me,” said Tamaska, handing Ash a cup of coffee. “Is that even possible?”

“I’m sorry, but yes.” Ash wrapped her hands around the cup as steam snaked out from its top.

She nodded. “So, that means you have to show me how to act in wolf form, or something like that?”

“I do.” Ash put her hand on Tamaska’s arm. “And I’m pretty sure if you know all this—which I didn’t, not the scratch part—you’d know I’m the one to show you. I have to be.”

Exactly what Kodiak had said.

She took a sip of her coffee. Then looked at Ash.

“I wanted Kodiak to show me,” Tamaska said with a small sigh.

“I know.” Ash took a deep breath. “You know what, though?”

Tamaska frowned at Ash. It was amazing that she’d already healed from her injuries. “What?”

“It’s better if I show you,” said Ash. “How to do all this.”

“But he was meant to turn me and he would have shown me so how is this better?”

“Do you really want your mate showing you?” Ash shuddered. “You don’t want to hate him. Anyway, you need someone with time, not that I’m idle, but we’re talking Kodiak, the Alpha. He’s going to be too busy running the pack. With me showing you how to be a wolf, you’ll get to spend as much time as you want on learning and training. And when you spend time with him it’ll be good time, not training.” She raised her brows up and down.

Tamaska rolled her eyes. “Stop that.”

“You know I’m right. More training time means you’ll be a better wolf. Knock his wolf socks off, and win over his inner wolf, get it panting!”

She laughed even as her head spun. “Ash.”

“I’m right and we both know it.”

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