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nodded, not looking away, unable to
even if I wanted. But I didn't want to look away. It felt like I could look
into those eyes for a long time...forever. If only.
“So do you believe them, the stories you
heard around the campfire?” Colt reached out, winding a strand of hair through
his finger, tugging lightly. “You know, I could really fall in love with this
hair.”
“Obsessed much?”
“Yeah. Pretty much. Is that a problem?”
I shook my head, leaning toward Colt,
following my strand of hair. His gaze slid down to my lips, a look so sexy I
almost felt the caress of him against me. Swoon was never a word I'd have used
to describe how I felt with a guy, before this. I closed my eyes, swooning. But
his words tugged at me, and I stopped leaning forward, stopped swooning. He
tugged on my hair, but I pulled back, the strand held taut between us. I opened
my eyes.
“Wait...stop distracting me. You asked if
I believed in the stories. What stories?”
“Red...Risha...there's something you
should probably know about me, and Jericho. Something that might change how you
think about us.”
“Oh. Okay .” Married? Girlfriends? I
thought we covered all that.
He let go of my hair, watching it as it
fell against my shoulder. “It's not what you think...none of that.”
The instant his eyes met mine I knew it,
in my heart, in my soul, in every cell in my body. I went cold, then hot, then
felt that swooning feeling again. Only it was more sickening than sexy this
time around.
“You're the wolf.”
He didn't answer, didn't have to. It was
written clear on his face. My heart took off like a racehorse out of the gate,
and I dug my fingers into the sandy dirt under my hands. This was worse than a
girlfriend, or a wife. Oh my fucking God .
“It's okay, Red. Really. I'm not the big
bad wolf of legend. Neither is Jericho.”
That snapped me out of wherever my head
had gone. “Jericho? He's a...thing like you?”
“Don't say it like that. We're not
things.” He actually sounded hurt. And I actually felt bad for...what?
Insulting his heritage?
“Then what are you?”
“Right now, I'm just a guy. Like I was
before, at the springs. Just a guy sitting around the fire, enjoying your
company.”
“Then who or what were you before? On the
trail?”
“That was also me. Only in wolf form. We
call ourselves shifters. We can change shape. And in our case, it's from human
to wolf, and back.”
“Are you serious? This sounds crazy.” I
could barely breathe, my head swirling in colors of black and grey, and I felt
as though I might almost pass out.
I looked closely at Colt, at the face of
the man who I'd had sex with just a few hours earlier. I thought having sex
with a stranger was way outside my comfort zone, but what he'd just told me
pretty much blew all that right out of the water. My instincts kicked in, and I
felt just like I did on the path. The urge to run was almost overwhelming. He
was either telling the truth, or he was completely and absolutely insane. At
the moment, either or both was just as chilling to think about.
But this wasn't the wolf...or it was. But
it was also Colt. And I happened to like Colt. I liked Colt very much. It was
obvious the dynamic between us had changed; the light-hearted banter was gone.
The sexual tension was still there, but it was overlaid with something a lot
like fear.
“Okay. So let's say I can suspend
disbelief long enough. You're a wolf in human clothing?”
He cracked half a smile. “You could say
that. It's a little more complicated. There's a history with Jericho and me,
and a back story that's a bit long in the tooth.” His smile widened. “Sorry.
Couldn't resist the pun.”
I managed something of a smile, I think.
I wasn't sure. Most of me felt numb. “Why were you a wolf when I saw you?”
“I wasn't sure who you were yet. Friend
or foe. When I'm in wolf form, I see things differently. Literally. My senses
are heightened—smell, hearing, sight. I get a
even if I wanted. But I didn't want to look away. It felt like I could look
into those eyes for a long time...forever. If only.
“So do you believe them, the stories you
heard around the campfire?” Colt reached out, winding a strand of hair through
his finger, tugging lightly. “You know, I could really fall in love with this
hair.”
“Obsessed much?”
“Yeah. Pretty much. Is that a problem?”
I shook my head, leaning toward Colt,
following my strand of hair. His gaze slid down to my lips, a look so sexy I
almost felt the caress of him against me. Swoon was never a word I'd have used
to describe how I felt with a guy, before this. I closed my eyes, swooning. But
his words tugged at me, and I stopped leaning forward, stopped swooning. He
tugged on my hair, but I pulled back, the strand held taut between us. I opened
my eyes.
“Wait...stop distracting me. You asked if
I believed in the stories. What stories?”
“Red...Risha...there's something you
should probably know about me, and Jericho. Something that might change how you
think about us.”
“Oh. Okay .” Married? Girlfriends? I
thought we covered all that.
He let go of my hair, watching it as it
fell against my shoulder. “It's not what you think...none of that.”
The instant his eyes met mine I knew it,
in my heart, in my soul, in every cell in my body. I went cold, then hot, then
felt that swooning feeling again. Only it was more sickening than sexy this
time around.
“You're the wolf.”
He didn't answer, didn't have to. It was
written clear on his face. My heart took off like a racehorse out of the gate,
and I dug my fingers into the sandy dirt under my hands. This was worse than a
girlfriend, or a wife. Oh my fucking God .
“It's okay, Red. Really. I'm not the big
bad wolf of legend. Neither is Jericho.”
That snapped me out of wherever my head
had gone. “Jericho? He's a...thing like you?”
“Don't say it like that. We're not
things.” He actually sounded hurt. And I actually felt bad for...what?
Insulting his heritage?
“Then what are you?”
“Right now, I'm just a guy. Like I was
before, at the springs. Just a guy sitting around the fire, enjoying your
company.”
“Then who or what were you before? On the
trail?”
“That was also me. Only in wolf form. We
call ourselves shifters. We can change shape. And in our case, it's from human
to wolf, and back.”
“Are you serious? This sounds crazy.” I
could barely breathe, my head swirling in colors of black and grey, and I felt
as though I might almost pass out.
I looked closely at Colt, at the face of
the man who I'd had sex with just a few hours earlier. I thought having sex
with a stranger was way outside my comfort zone, but what he'd just told me
pretty much blew all that right out of the water. My instincts kicked in, and I
felt just like I did on the path. The urge to run was almost overwhelming. He
was either telling the truth, or he was completely and absolutely insane. At
the moment, either or both was just as chilling to think about.
But this wasn't the wolf...or it was. But
it was also Colt. And I happened to like Colt. I liked Colt very much. It was
obvious the dynamic between us had changed; the light-hearted banter was gone.
The sexual tension was still there, but it was overlaid with something a lot
like fear.
“Okay. So let's say I can suspend
disbelief long enough. You're a wolf in human clothing?”
He cracked half a smile. “You could say
that. It's a little more complicated. There's a history with Jericho and me,
and a back story that's a bit long in the tooth.” His smile widened. “Sorry.
Couldn't resist the pun.”
I managed something of a smile, I think.
I wasn't sure. Most of me felt numb. “Why were you a wolf when I saw you?”
“I wasn't sure who you were yet. Friend
or foe. When I'm in wolf form, I see things differently. Literally. My senses
are heightened—smell, hearing, sight. I get a
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