The next few days were a whirlwind. I had to talk to the rangers, Mister Moor, the police, and my parents retelling the events from that night. Or the story that I told when Marcus and Darien found me.
I stuck to it every time. And it helped that this Mister Kinsley, the guy that owns the camp, backs my story, saying he saw everything on the security cameras Logan installed.
But that's what worries me the most. Why was Mister Kinsley lying? If he did see what happens, he knows I went into that clearing on my own and about how the red-eyed wolf saved me. It left me worried. What reason could this Kinsley guy have to lie? What would he want from me?
Mostly I've been left alone. Elyse, June, and Crystal still included me in activities. But everyone else seems to think I'm going to break at any moment. The counselors are all watching me, just from a distance.
I had no one to talk to about this. I wanted to find the red-eye wolf again but had been af
Given what had happened the other night, I had hoped it would have acted as a deterrent to the poachers. But when I noticed that I spotted trespassers on the cameras, I had quickly rushed out to stop them. I hadn’t cared that they shot me. The bullet wasn’t silver, so it wouldn’t kill me or hurt me for long. I just didn’t expect her to show up and didn’t expect her to shift to protect me. I hadn’t heard of someone turning before their first 16th full moon. As much as I liked her attention, I knew there were more important things than the attraction between us. She probably had many questions and would need a change of clothes because I can’t say how much talking would get done while I’m all for seeing her naked. So I led her back to my cabin and gave her privacy to change. While she went to change, I received a call from John. Not what I needed. “John, I’m a little busy,” I sighed, glancing at the stairs. “I know. Security cameras remember,” he
I am officially on overload. Information overload, emotional overload, and with Logan touching me like this, my senses are overloaded. I feel like I’m going to melt into a puddle under his touch. Soulmate. It wasn’t a term I ever pondered much about. But now that I’m here, on Logan’s lap with all his attention on me. I feel it. I feel like a part of me I didn’t even know I was missing has returned to me at long last. And it scares me. It scares me how quickly I’ve become attached to this man I don’t know. It’s troubling how a touch from him can make me shiver in delight and want for nothing more than his touch. I’ve read my share of romance books, watched my share of movies… even some porn… and none of them ever roused the thoughts and sensations that being near him does. I’m not sure what’s my feelings and what’s from this mate bond. As he leaned closer to kiss the hollow of my neck, I panicked and quickly moved off his lap. I felt a pain
Fuck. I’m going to get whiplash with this girl. I get it. But I can’t get mad at her. A lot just happened, and she has to come to terms with some life-changing truths. And the mate bond is strong, but when it competes with a strong will, which explains her bipolar behavior and leaving me with blue balls. I laughed, raking my hands through my hair as she left my cabin. “I didn’t even get to tell her I’m Kinsley,” I chuckled. “I wonder how she’s going to take that tidbit when I tell her,” I sighed. “Fuck it. It can wait. Let Aurelia think what she likes for now,” I shrugged, getting up and heading to my room. Her scent felt like it was everywhere, and I was torn on loving it and wanting to air the whole cabin out. I managed to get some sleep before I heard a heavy knock on my cabin door. I grumbled and made my way down the stairs. Pulling open my front door, I looked at two state troopers. One human and the other a member of my pack, I don’t remember thei
I tried to act like everything was normal when I got up in the morning with the others. I skipped showering today. I didn’t want to wash away the smell of Logan. At breakfast, I noticed several counselors looked tense. “What’s going on?" I whispered to Elyse. I figure if anyone knew what’s happening, it would be the director’s daughter. “I’m not sure," she whispered, frowning. “I bet Darien knows. Hey Darien!" Crystal called out, waving him over to our table. As he got closer, I cringed, feeling him practically undressing me with his eyes. Theia growled in my mind. She shares my dislike for him, which isn’t surprising. “Good morning, girls,” he smiled. It may fool the others, but I see through the smarmy facade. “What’s going on?" he asked. “Why’s everyone all on edge?" June asked. “Oh, you haven’t heard? Leave it to May to keep her cabin out of the loop. Guess I should tell you, want to keep you safe,” he smiled like he was doing us a favor.&nb
It was with great difficulty that I didn't watch my mate walk away. And damn, did I want to. She's got a great ass. But it would only cause her trouble and me a headache with Rowan standing here glaring at me. He's mad I was even talking to campers. And since I'm pretty sure he's the one allowing these poachers onto my land, he probably doesn't like me telling legends about avenging spirits. "James…" he growls. I stop myself from rolling my eyes. Humans trying to growl and sound intimidating is just laughable. "What?" I asked, folding my arms as I leaned against the truck. "Stop telling campers nonsense. I don't want them getting scared by your tall tales,” he ordered. "As opposed to your son and other counselors making them think there's a killer in the forest? At least mine is a true legend of this land and puts them at ease since the wolf spirit only comes after those that harm nature and animals. It seems to me only the poachers and anyone helping t
Patience is a virtue, or at least that’s what my mother, my adopted mother - which that’s so weird even to think, always tells me. But waiting to see Logan again is torture. That’s weird, right? I shouldn’t be this keyed up about seeing a guy I barely know. ‘He’s our mate. This is normal.’ Theia says, and I can feel her rolling her eyes at me. Because to her, this is all normal. But I’m human, and this isn’t normal. I don’t even get this excited to see Alex, and he’s my best friend. I have a lot of questions for Logan. All of this makes no sense to me. And the idea that I’m adopted is just… I don’t even know how to process it. I’ve resisted the urge to call home and ask my parents. I need to hear it from them. I need to know the truth. But I’m a coward, and I didn’t. I didn’t even call them when other campers called home. I was too afraid to break down on the phone. I can’t do that. If I had done that, my parents would have drive all the w
“I can smell your arousal. So I know exactly what the thought of me marking you as mine does to you,” I teased. “Logan…" Aurelia sighed. “Fine. I’ll stop teasing. Part of completing the mate bond won’t just mean me marking you. You would have to mark me as well. Making it clear to all other females, I am yours,” I smiled. She tried to hide it, but I saw her lips twitch, wanting to smile, and the scent of her arousal became stronger. She likes the idea of marking me, of making everyone know I’m hers. “After all that happens, our scents would mingle and become a new scent. This tells people or rather other werewolves that we are together even before they could see the mark. It would also create a link between us. This link has its upsides and downsides,” I explained. One delicate red brow arches in question. “And those would be?" she asked. “Well, the upside is it means we could communicate telepathically. It also means that we’d know what the oth
Twelve. Logan’s twelve years older than me! He’s twelve years older than me, has a kid, and has far more experience than I could even imagine. “So you don’t think it’s weird that you’re attracted to a sixteen-year-old?" I questioned. Because he can’t deny he’s attracted to me. I may not be as experienced as him, but even I know that he’s sporting a hardon in those jeans. “Not really. As I said, it’s not uncommon for werewolves. I’ve known of larger age gaps. I know that you were raised human, so probably to you, it’s weird. That I can’t change,” he shrugged. “Fair enough. So I’m going to age normally anymore?" I asked, furrowing my brow. “Basically. Werewolves age about three times slower than a human,” he explained. “So every three years, a werewolf only physically appears to age one?" I clarified. “You’ve got it. It’s why John looks much younger than he is. So what else do you want to know?" he asked, absently kneading my ass. Damn, he’s