The force of the collision knocked Everly back a few steps. She’d never been that coordinated, so she managed to trip over her own feet and almost fell on the floor.
But she didn’t fall because the brick wall she’d just collided with happened to have arms and hands.
“Whoa! Are you all right?”
She looked up to see that the brick wall wasn’t a brick wall at all, but it was a guy. A hot guy. And his hand was around her elbow now, holding her up from hitting the linoleum. He wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her back up to standing. Everly’s feet were still tangled for a moment. By the time she got them sorted out, a good ten or fifteen seconds had passed since he’d asked the question, and she still hadn’t answered him.
“Sorry,” Everly muttered. She wasn’t sure if she was all right or not. She’d hit her head on his chest—she thought. Maybe it was his shoulder? Either way, it had seriously felt like she’d ran into something solid and unforgiving—not a person, but an immovable fortress.
“You should be more careful.”
Everly opened her mouth to say something else. Maybe to caution him about watching where he was going, too, but when she looked at his face, no words would come out of her mouth.
His eyes were a bright green, and they seemed to be glowing. Not like something out of a horror movie, but a soft glow that ebbed and flowed with the flicker of the fluorescent lights overhead. His hair was a dark blond, or maybe a light brown, and it was messy, but not in a bad way. It had a bit of a wave to it and fell over his forehead on one side, but not enough to cover those eyes. His teeth were perfectly white and straight, maybe even a little sharper than most people’s, and his body….
Everly closed her eyes to try and regain her composure, but holy hell, his body was like something out of a movie. Visions of a calendar one of her friends back home had gotten for Christmas one year came to mind. It had been called Colorado’s Finest Firefighters. This guy could be the cover model for that calendar. If he had a big hose.
The dirty innuendo that thought could’ve been misconstrued for made her face heat to the point where she was afraid she might catch on fire herself.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, opening her eyes, but trying not to look at him. “I’ve gotta go.” She skirted around him and rushed off to find her dad, hoping that they could just get their stuff and go home. Maybe she should go sit in the SUV.
“Hey, there you are,” Jim said as she caught up to him in the cleaning aisle. “What do you think? The cloth mop of the sponge mop?”
“I don’t know, Dad.” Everly was so flustered, and she was desperately hoping that the guy didn’t come into this aisle. She just wanted to hide from him… from the world.
“What’s the matter?” Her dad sounded genuinely confused. “Your face is bright red. Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, Dad. I’m fine,” she said. “I just… I’m kinda tired. Would you mind if I go sit in the car?”
“No, that’s fine,” he said, handing her the keys. “You want that?”
Everly looked down and saw that she was still holding the box of cereal. “Oh, uh… I guess.” She dropped into the cart and then carefully turned around, brushing her long, dark hair behind her ear. She headed down the aisle, careful when she got to the end to make sure that no one was coming around the corner. She didn’t need a second collision.
As she pushed through the door at the front of the building, she couldn’t help but glance back over her shoulder to see if that guy was still around. She didn’t see him anywhere. That was probably a good thing. She didn’t need to be looking at guys like that anyway.
Outside, the cool fall air brushed against her cheeks, cooling them. She was wearing a jean jacket with a built-in hoodie, something all the kids at her school in Denver loved, but she wasn’t sure how it would fit in here. Would her clothes be too trendy?
She didn’t care at the moment. She shoved her hands deeper into her pockets and rushed to the SUV, unlocking it and sliding inside as fast as she could. The door shutting behind her was a relief. No hot guys were gonna be able to infiltrate her dad’s vehicle.
Taking some deep breaths, Everly tried to calm herself down. It was just a guy. It wasn’t a big deal. Granted, she’d never really had a boyfriend before. She’d gone on a few dates back in Denver, but most of the guys she hung out with were just her friends. She’d always been too busy studying or taking care of her grandma to think about dating.
Not that she should be thinking about dating this guy either. There was no way in hell a guy who looked like that would be interested in dating her.
She was pretty enough, she supposed. All of her friends always told her she had the prettiest blue eyes. Her skin had always been clear, and her hair was sort of glossy and framed her face. The dark color contrasted nicely with her lighter skin tone. She didn’t exercise much, but she also tried to eat healthy most of the time. She wasn’t tiny, but she definitely wasn’t overweight.
She was honestly just pretty average, she supposed.
Her dad said she was beautiful and looked “just like her mom.”
Everly wouldn’t know much about that. She’d only seen her mom in the few pictures her dad had kept. At least, in the last eleven years. She didn’t remember much of anything from when she was a little girl, when her mom was still around.
The sound of a motorcycle starting up behind her had her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror.
It was him—hot guy. It would figure that he would ride a motorcycle. It looked like a fairly new model, too. Jet black, like a cool guy would ride. At least he was smart enough to put on a helmet. Wouldn’t want to break that handsome head of his. She rolled he eyes at her own ridiculousness. Whatever he had bought must’ve fit in the pocket of his leather jacket because she saw no bags. And she was really looking.
Before he pulled out of the parking lot, he turned his head and looked directly into the reflection of her eyes.
Everly scrunched down in the seat, trying her best to hide from the world.
Or at least from him.
His motorcycle tore up the road as Jack Grey sped through town, winding his way over the asphalt roads that led back to his village in the woods. When he was obeying all of the traffic laws and going the speed limit, it would take ten minutes at best to get there; under these circumstances, he expected to make it in less than five.Assuming he didn’t run into Sheriff Meyer or any of his men. Jack didn’t need another citation for speeding.If they had any idea what his reflexes were capable of, they wouldn’t be worried about him crashing. It would be nearly impossible for him to collide with any other vehicle or lose control of his.But then… he shouldn’t have been involved in the collision in the grocery store either.He could’ve avoided it. Thinking back, he could’ve moved to the other side of the aisle or darted around her. But then, the girl would’ve likely noticed how quickly he had moved, and that woul
“Are you all right, Ev?” Jim asked as he set the bags of groceries and cleaning supplies down on the kitchen counter. “You’ve been acting a little strange since the cleaning aisle.”“I’m fine, Dad,” Everly assured him, even though it wasn’t quite true. Something about that guy at the grocery store had completely thrown her for a loop, and it wasn’t just hitting her head on his chest. There was something different about him, something… weird.“Do you want to eat first or start cleaning?” Jim held up the two deli sandwiches they’d stopped to get on the way out of town at the little shop on the corner of the main street. They’d also noted a coffee shop, a donut store, and a restaurant that looked like a pretty popular place, judging by the number of people going in and out. It was a Saturday afternoon, though. It might not be that busy on a weekday.Everly looked around. The
No matter how many blankets one put on a wooden floor, it was still much harder than a mattress. Even the mattress Everly had slept on the night before in the crappy little hotel her dad had pulled into for the night had been much more comfortable than this.It wasn’t helping that the moon was so bright. There were no curtains or blinds on the windows yet. Knowing her dad, there wouldn’t be either, not until Everly either bought some or learned how to sew. Guys just didn’t think about that sort of thing, did they? Would he hang any pictures up in any of the rooms? Probably not unless she asked him to.The moon was bright, that was for sure. She couldn’t really see it while she was lying on the floor of her old bedroom—now her current bedroom, she supposed—but when she sat up and looked out the window, she could see that it was full. For it being fall in the northwest, there sure weren’t a whole lot of clouds in the sky either.
Toby scratching at the door was nothing out of the ordinary. It was how Everly had woken up for the last few years, since he’d first learned not to tinkle on the carpet when he was about three months old. She hadn’t slept well, so it wasn’t easy to drag herself up off of the floor, throw on some clothes, find her shoes, and put his leash on him to take him out. Back home in Denver, they had a fence around the back yard, so all she’d have to do was open the door. Her dad had said he’d put one in here, but she doubted he’d get to that anytime soon.Jim was leaning against the counter in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee when she walked out into the living room area. She waved at him, leaning back so that he could see her through the doorway.“Mornin’, honey,” he said. “Where are you going?”“Toby has to pee,” she said, stifling a yawn.“Be careful.”“I&
“What do we know about her, and what’s the plan?”Chase Pine was appropriately named. Jack and Chase had been best friends for as long as Jack could remember, and as fast as Chase was, any time they raced (which had been more frequently when they were younger) Chase was always the one chasing Jack from behind—trying to catch up. It was all right, though; Chase was a good guy to have around when things got tough.That hadn’t happened much over their first eighteen years, but the arrival of this girl from seemingly out of nowhere was possibly going to change that.Sitting in a booth at the diner, Jack kept his voice low as he answered Chase. There weren’t a lot of people around, but there were a few, and there was no reason for anyone to hear what they were talking about. In the booth next to Chase was their third wheel, Bridgette Shade, Bridge for short. For years, when girls were gross, Bridge had been the only one either of them co
A thousand pairs of eyes seemed to be on her—everywhere she went. Despite her father’s reassurance that everything was going to be fine, and she’d fit right in, Everly had yet to experience that part of coming to Cook High School. So far, she’d never felt more like an outcast than she did when she walked into the building.People were whispering, holding their hands in front of their mouths, some of them even blatantly pointing at her. And not a one of them had had the decency to even introduce themselves to her, at least not through third period. Now, she was on her way to her fourth-period class, history, trying to make it down the hallway without bumping into anyone, but it was difficult. The building was fairly old, and it was clear there were more kids attending the school than they’d planned for whenever it was built, so there wasn’t a lot of room in the hallways.After history class, she had lunch, and that would definitely pr
Making her way through the narrow aisle to sit between Jack and some other guy Everly had only glanced at was no easy task, and about three steps from the chair, she caught her shoe in the strap of someone’s purse and nearly bit it. She fell forward, catching herself on the desk part of the chair, her notebook and folder flying free from her grip.Whether it was instinct or something else, Everly had no way of knowing, but she felt Jack’s strong hands on her again, this time on her upper arms. He was able to reach her without even getting out of his chair. Once it was clear that she was fine, he slowly shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what a klutz she was.He was right, wasn’t he?Across the classroom, kids snickered, some even laughing out loud. Everly felt her face catch fire again. “Thanks,” she mumbled. Jack said nothing, just slid his chair in the other direction, away from her.“Here.”T
The moment Everly Harrison had walked into the classroom, Jack had felt his heart rattling around in his chest again, just like at the grocery store. He’d been smelling her all day, like some sort of baked good, walking down the hallway spreading her tasty goodness all through the school. So far, he’d been able to avoid her.But here she was, literally falling right into his lap.Okay, not his lap, but his arms.While he knew it was actually a good thing that they had a class together, that didn’t make him any more excited about it. How he’d gotten the good fortune of getting her to sit right next to him, too, he couldn’t say, but his friend Tim who usually sat there and was home sick was going to get an earful, especially if he came back the next day to find his seat had been taken. Mr. Donald wasn’t one for letting them pick their own seats on a regular basis, so he’d likely tell Tim to take the last empty chair in the
Everly carefully made her way down the stairs toward Jack’s living room, holding on tight to the railing. The heels she was wearing were a lot higher than what she was used to, but Alyson insisted she should wear them because they looked perfect with the sapphire blue dress she was wearing. While Everly loved the tight, strapless, sequined dress, she wasn’t sure that the silver heels looked all that great.They’d look a lot worse if she fell down the stairs and broke her neck because of them…. But then, she was a shifter now, so her coordination should be better.That didn’t make her feel any less shaky on the shoes.When she got about three-fourths of the way down, she heard a loud exhale and managed to pull her eyes away from the next step long enough to look at Jack.Her heart skipped a beat, seeing him standing there by the front door with a pink corsage in his hand, wearing a perfectly-fitted suit with a tie that matched her dress. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly a
Pain radiated throughout Jack’s chest and back as he felt himself slowly being dragged back to reality. His thoughts were cloudy as he tried to remember exactly what had happened. The last thing he remembered, he was running through the forest toward the sounds of fighting, looking for Everly.The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground, blood everywhere, trying to breathe through the most unbelievable pain he’d ever experienced in his entire life.“Come on, Jack!” he heard a somewhat familiar voice telling him. “Go ahead and open your eyes, Jack. Let us know that you can hear us.”It was a struggle, but the realization that he didn’t know where Everly was or if she was okay made him will his eyes open. Blinking a few times, Jack looked at the concerned faces around him and tried to piece everything together.He was surrounded by people who looked like they were about to cry, except for Jamie, the healer. She was concerned, but not tearful.He’d seen Everly, though, so he force
Not long ago, watching Jack die wouldn’t have been that big of a deal to Slate. In fact, he probably would’ve just shrugged about it and made some remarks like, “Too bad. He was so young.” But now that he realized that Alyson was his fated mate, Slate felt compelled to find someone to help the guy he’d wanted to tear limb from limb all by himself only a few days ago.Tearing through the woods, he used his mind-link capability to reach out to anyone from his pack to see if they knew where any healers were. Unfortunately, everyone was either too far away to hear him or they were too busy to respond.He darted through a thick wooded area and came around a large pine tree to see a wide meadow full of velvety green grass glowing in the silvery moonlight.And on the other side of it, he saw a familiar wolf loping along, following his nose.It wasn’t one of the healers he was looking for, though.No, it was someone who shouldn&rs
The smile on Everly’s face was there despite the pain at seeing Lexi show up right behind Maura as she was in the process of tormenting her. Maura might’ve thought it was fun prolonging her death, but just like the villain in every James Bond movie, she was about to find out what happened when you didn’t kill your enemy right away.“What’s wrong with your face, Everly?” Maura had asked her, but Everly didn’t get a chance to answer before it was Maura’s face that was suddenly messed up.Lexi hit her from behind with a strong beam of magic. It was so powerful that Everly could actually see it glowing and lighting up the forest. When it hit the cheerleader in the back, Maura’s eyes bulged, and her body stiffened, her back arching as she tried to figure out exactly what was happening and how to make the pain stop.Immediately, the agony that had been coursing through Everly’s body faded as Maura was too dis
Hands would’ve been a great thing to have at the moment, but Everly only had paws. She looked around and saw that her dad had the backpack, so theoretically, she could go shift and get dressed quickly, but her back hurt so bad, she didn’t know if she could get all of that done.Jim was already trying to stop the blood that was flowing like a river out of Jack’s chest and back. “I’m so sorry,” he kept saying. “I was just trying to protect you, Everly.”She couldn’t respond to her father, what with him being a human and her being a wolf, but she knew it wasn’t on purpose.That wouldn’t matter if Jack died.Behind her, she heard the sound of rocks and tree branches sliding down the side of the ravine as Alyson and Slate came flying down behind them.“What happened?” Alyson asked, using the mind-link. “We thought we heard—” Her eyes landed on Jack and her countenance
Every inch of Everly’s body ached, but she knew she had to push herself up off of the ground and get out of there.If that wolf were to come back, he would kill her, and she’d fought too hard to die now.Pushing up off of the ground, Everly tried to get her feet beneath her. The ache in her back was blindingly painful. She thought she might pass out from the pain. Could she have injured her spine when she hit that tree trunk upon her descent?She didn’t know, but she had to ignore the pain and move.Everly took a few careful steps, trying to get her bearings. She knew that Jack and her mother were up on top of the hill. But it was so far away from where she was now, she couldn’t even hear them fighting.Climbing back up the steep ravine would be nearly impossible in her current state.Instead, she’d need to find another way to walk to get back to someone who could help her.If only she had her cell phone&
The black wolf Jack was fighting was strong, and though he had spent a lot of time training and sparing with other wolves in his pack… he’d never actually fought anyone with the intent to kill them.But… at the moment, he had no choice. If he didn’t try to kill the wolf that was scratching at him with his long claws, trying to knock Jack backward so that he could sink his long fangs into his neck, then that wolf would finish him off without a second thought, and Jack couldn’t let that happen.Next to him, Slate didn’t seem to have any problem whatsoever going in for a kill shot. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack could see Slate knock the smaller male he was fighting onto his backside and then chomp down on the sensitive area between his neck and shoulder. Within a few seconds, the wolf stopped moving, and Slate stood up, looking for the next wolf to take on.Jack didn’t have time to survey the area as he needed to pin this
Running through the forest with Jack on one side and her mother on the other, Everly felt a nervous tension building inside of her. Knowing that Jack and her mother had vowed to protect her was one thing, but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t end up in a situation where she’d be forced to protect herself.And she was pretty sure she wasn’t capable of that.After all, she wasn’t exactly an athletic human to begin with. Now that she was a wolf, that hadn’t changed. These other shifters had been training for this their whole lives, so they knew exactly what to do while they were fighting. And the werewolves were so vicious, they instinctively knew exactly what to do to make sure that they could handle anyone who was stupid enough to challenge them.But Everly felt just about as vulnerable as her dad. At least he had brought a gun. He was riding on her mother’s back right now, and Everly made a point not to look directly into Jim
“He was at the party?” Everly repeated what Su said. “Slate was at the party where you were turned into a werewolf?”Su’s head bobbed up and down again. “That’s right. He was with the guy that bit me.”“You’re sure it wasn’t him though, right?” Everly asked as she felt Jack tense up beside her.“Oh, yeah. I’m sure it wasn’t him. But still… it’s weird to see someone who knows about all of this. He was with the guy when he was telling me about what happened and telling me that I was in huge trouble and I was going to have to do something.”Everly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Slate had gone through this before. “Slate!” she shouted, and he looked up.His eyes flickered to Everly’s face, and then they went to Su’s, and they widened. Even from across the yard, Everly could read his lips, “Oh, shit.”