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understand.
In fact, he had no idea how sitting here with these strangers
would help with his problem. Just the idea horrified and humiliated him. But he
had to grit his teeth and endure, so that he could get this entire debacle over
with.
The coach looked at her watch, and then must have decided
they couldn't wait any longer for the missing member of their group. "So,
Mr. Boone. Landon. Can I call you Landon?" When Landon nodded, she beamed
at him. "Want to tell us what brought you here?"
"I was in a bar with a friend of mine when someone
started a homophobic argument." He grinned, an unpleasant expression he
didn't regret in the slightest. "I didn't react well."
"Ah." The teacher hummed thoughtfully. "I can
see how that would anger you. But violence only perpetuates violence, and anger
doesn't help change opinions. Only love does."
It was definitely something a person called Flowerchild would
say, and at a different time, Landon would have scoffed. But he'd recently
found out about something that had shaken him more than he'd have liked to
admit.
A group of Alphas just like him had stood up to the entire
werewolf world to defend their very human, very male lovers. Landon had been
there, at the Gathering where the fate of one of them had been decided. The
courage it had taken to brave such censure had both strengthened him, and burdened
him further.
He was all the more convinced that he could not falter or
yield to his pack's demands, but that wasn't a real solution. "Love only
fixes things when you have it," he mumbled under his breath.
It was a little too much like self-pity, and he hated that
he'd exposed that part of him to the humans. Fortunately, before things could
get awkward, the strangest, most unfamiliar feeling invaded his senses. His
anger and self-deprecation were chased away, replaced by the peculiar
sensation.
The door burst open, revealing the reason for Landon's shift
of focus. The most beautiful young man stepped into the room, panting lightly.
His light blond hair curled around his cheeks, framing his delicate features.
His dark eyes were apprehensive as he took in the gathering and realized he was
the last one to arrive.
He was wearing a T-shirt with the inscription "Keep Calm
and Let It Go", naturally starring that Disney princess from Frozen. What
was her name again? Landon couldn't remember, not when the T-shirt in question
beautifully emphasized the new arrival's slender body. The jeans were a little
looser, but Landon had a pretty good imagination, and he could definitely see
himself sliding them off those long legs.
And then the stranger spoke, and Landon could barely keep
himself from swooning, or coming in his pants. "Sorry for being
late," the young man said, wincing. "I had some car trouble.
Again."
Flowerchild arched a brow. "No incidents, I trust."
"Nothing major," the object of Landon's desire
grumbled under his breath.
Flowerchild tsked and gestured for the young man to sit down.
It must have been Landon's lucky day, because the only free seat was next to
him.
As he crossed the room and headed toward the chair, the
stranger met Landon's gaze. Landon's heart nearly stopped in his chest, and the
other man's eyes widened. Obviously, he felt the pull as well.
Landon had wondered many times what the werewolves of the
Lone Wolf Pack felt for their mates. Of course, he had known the mate bond was
special, and he had craved it more desperately than he needed the freedom to
shift and run in the wild. But knowing all that and wondering about it was
entirely different from actually experiencing it. He definitely hadn't expected
it to happen here, in the middle of a group of confused humans, at an anger
management class he didn't want.
Judging by his mate's reaction, the young man was just as
surprised as Landon. In fact, he was so shocked and distracted that when he was
about halfway to his seat, he stumbled and tripped. Landon was on his feet in
seconds and caught his mate before the
In fact, he had no idea how sitting here with these strangers
would help with his problem. Just the idea horrified and humiliated him. But he
had to grit his teeth and endure, so that he could get this entire debacle over
with.
The coach looked at her watch, and then must have decided
they couldn't wait any longer for the missing member of their group. "So,
Mr. Boone. Landon. Can I call you Landon?" When Landon nodded, she beamed
at him. "Want to tell us what brought you here?"
"I was in a bar with a friend of mine when someone
started a homophobic argument." He grinned, an unpleasant expression he
didn't regret in the slightest. "I didn't react well."
"Ah." The teacher hummed thoughtfully. "I can
see how that would anger you. But violence only perpetuates violence, and anger
doesn't help change opinions. Only love does."
It was definitely something a person called Flowerchild would
say, and at a different time, Landon would have scoffed. But he'd recently
found out about something that had shaken him more than he'd have liked to
admit.
A group of Alphas just like him had stood up to the entire
werewolf world to defend their very human, very male lovers. Landon had been
there, at the Gathering where the fate of one of them had been decided. The
courage it had taken to brave such censure had both strengthened him, and burdened
him further.
He was all the more convinced that he could not falter or
yield to his pack's demands, but that wasn't a real solution. "Love only
fixes things when you have it," he mumbled under his breath.
It was a little too much like self-pity, and he hated that
he'd exposed that part of him to the humans. Fortunately, before things could
get awkward, the strangest, most unfamiliar feeling invaded his senses. His
anger and self-deprecation were chased away, replaced by the peculiar
sensation.
The door burst open, revealing the reason for Landon's shift
of focus. The most beautiful young man stepped into the room, panting lightly.
His light blond hair curled around his cheeks, framing his delicate features.
His dark eyes were apprehensive as he took in the gathering and realized he was
the last one to arrive.
He was wearing a T-shirt with the inscription "Keep Calm
and Let It Go", naturally starring that Disney princess from Frozen. What
was her name again? Landon couldn't remember, not when the T-shirt in question
beautifully emphasized the new arrival's slender body. The jeans were a little
looser, but Landon had a pretty good imagination, and he could definitely see
himself sliding them off those long legs.
And then the stranger spoke, and Landon could barely keep
himself from swooning, or coming in his pants. "Sorry for being
late," the young man said, wincing. "I had some car trouble.
Again."
Flowerchild arched a brow. "No incidents, I trust."
"Nothing major," the object of Landon's desire
grumbled under his breath.
Flowerchild tsked and gestured for the young man to sit down.
It must have been Landon's lucky day, because the only free seat was next to
him.
As he crossed the room and headed toward the chair, the
stranger met Landon's gaze. Landon's heart nearly stopped in his chest, and the
other man's eyes widened. Obviously, he felt the pull as well.
Landon had wondered many times what the werewolves of the
Lone Wolf Pack felt for their mates. Of course, he had known the mate bond was
special, and he had craved it more desperately than he needed the freedom to
shift and run in the wild. But knowing all that and wondering about it was
entirely different from actually experiencing it. He definitely hadn't expected
it to happen here, in the middle of a group of confused humans, at an anger
management class he didn't want.
Judging by his mate's reaction, the young man was just as
surprised as Landon. In fact, he was so shocked and distracted that when he was
about halfway to his seat, he stumbled and tripped. Landon was on his feet in
seconds and caught his mate before the
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