Page 26 of Dark Moon Secrets

I kept my nightly roamings discreet from the pack, so why couldn’t I with her?

Get in, have my fun, get out. So what if we wolves were going to have the fight of our lives? It wouldn’t affect me. It never did.

“Al? You’ll miss out on hearing… stuff,” said Tyr, stumbling over his words to stop himself from blurting out what we needed to keep secret.

“I gotta get something. Go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

“What?”

“About a thing.”

I turned away quickly before there were more questions. I didn’t want to draw more attention to myself. They would go to the pub, eat, have a few beers, and then I would slip in, and they wouldn’t care.

I couldn’t come up with an excuse quickly enough. I had to go find her. The thought of losing her scent tore at me. I was a good tracker. I shouldn’t lose her, but the irrational fear that I would never get to see her drove me to hurry toward the source.

I hurried down the main street, the scent becoming stronger. People were gathering ahead, and I knew she had to be there.

Hopefully, she was all right. The worry about her well-being confused me. This wasn’t like me.

She stood in the street in the center of the commotion, looking confused and alarmed. The idiots, George and Adam, were there. Those witches were up to something, but for now, they weren’t my focus. She was. Now that I saw her, I only wanted her more.

Instinctively, I kept my distance. I wasn’t ready for introductions. While my body wanted her now, I showed caution. I wasn’t a complete fool. There were too many people, and it wasn’t my style to be so open about my pursuits.

Lousy luck with the car.

I wanted her to stay longer when I saw her and matched her with the scent I was quickly addicted to.

But good for me, as it would take a few weeks at best to fix her car. Maybe longer if I had a word with Jordan at the local garage where the car would end up. That could mean she would have to hang around.

Fuck, I hoped so, and I had to hold my breath for a moment as I realized what I was contemplating. This wasn’t like me. Was her scent poisoned or something? I was losing my mind over this woman I hadn’t spoken to.

Her curvy body, tight jeans, loose top, and low-cut neckline teased the likes of me. Her hair was long and wavy, tumbling past her shoulders in a frantic mess that begged to be tamed. The edge about her screamed she was from the city—the clueless look about her as she saw her car and the accident.

I had edged closer, wanting more of her and forgetting about myself. At least I had to cover for being an annoying bystander, but I was slow to leave.

She almost saw me. Pretty sure she didn’t.

I should’ve left right there and then. Of course, I couldn’t do that. Her scent drew me back to her. It was like an addictive drug, and I hadn’t had my fix.

Keeping a safe distance, I watched her, wanting to know where she was going and find out where she was staying so I could find her at a more appropriate time. My mind was already planning how I could accidentally bump into her tonight. This was my skill set—watching, waiting, and then pouncing on my prey.

Then I saw her go into the shop, and my heart sank.

She was a fucking witch.

Does it matter?

Apparently not to my cock because I went in after her, and I now have a wad of white sage to prove it.

Damn, Luna was on to me. She’s got it coming to her, along with the other witches.

I wasn’t thinking clearly. I should go to the pub, be with the pack, and center myself.

But I couldn’t leave her.

I had to know more about her.

Instead, I lingered outside, across the road, waiting, hoping that she would soon leave and I would have a proper chance to talk to her. The sooner that could happen, the sooner I could get on and have fun with her.

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