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anyway?”
“Turning vamp isn’t an option for you, wolf , and I don’t have to leave the crew. I would just live on a different schedule.”
“For eternity.”
“Vampires don’t live forever.”
“Chhhh. Fucking technicalities now? A couple thousand years in darkness, close enough. You’ll watch everyone you love die. You’ll watch the crew die of old age, and I’m calling it now—you’re going to find a man you love, who dies on you, and you’ll carry that hurt for two thousand fucking years. Turning vamp isn’t a fix for anything. It’s replacing one problem for a dozen more.”
“One problem,” she repeated, standing. She clenched her hands. “I’m a song-writer, Dustin.”
“What?”
“Yeah, that’s my passion. I write songs. Some of them are big. Some of them you’ve probably heard on the radio. I’m a natural,” she said, the words tasting bitter against her tongue. “A music prodigy, my teachers said, if not for the hearing loss . And I want to write songs for me. Can’t you try to understand? My whole heart is full of music, all the time, and I have this voice I can’t control, can’t stand the sound of, can’t hear well enough to hold a tune. So yeah, if I have to give up sunlight and live the exact way I’ve been raised my whole entire life, which isn’t the awful experience you imagine, then yeah, I’ll give up steak and sleep during the day.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Huh?” Dustin’s eyes flashed with anger. “Why are you here trying to be a Blackwing instead of shacking up with your beloved coven and getting your throat ripped out by one of your loving parents?” Dustin was shaking, but she didn’t understand why.
“Why are you so offended by this? If you were really my friend, you would at least try to see it from my point of view.”
Dustin snarled deep in his throat, and his words came out too gravelly. “I’m a fucking werewolf, Emma. Have you not heard anything about us? You really live in the supe world and don’t see what is standing right in front of you? You think you befriended a werewolf, really? Friendship isn’t our gig. Blind loyalty to our alphas is. That’s it. There’s no room for humans or vamps.” Dustin stepped up to her and curled his hand around her throat like he wanted to squeeze, but he didn’t. His eyes flashed those bright colors, and then he strode off toward the woods, removing his shirt as he went.
“What about the food?”
Dustin turned and walked backward, his face snarled up and terrifying. “Eat it all. Enjoy, Emma. You’ll be on a boring-ass blood diet soon enough.”
And then he shoved his jeans down to his ankles and Changed into his black-furred massive wolf before he was even done undressing.
Emma sat heavily on the blanket as the tears that had brimmed in her eyes trickled onto her cheeks. She’d never seen him like that. Never seen him open up about his hate for being submissive or his disgust for vampires. Her heart felt like it had been severed from her body, but why? It was just Dustin, and this shouldn’t be a surprise. He was right. Werewolves were psychopaths at best, and she’d been mistaken to think he was different.
The haunting note of a howl lifted on the wind, rising and rising, and she closed her eyes against the world and just listened to his song.
Dustin’s howl was the saddest, most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.
Chapter Six
Emma wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and lifted Dustin’s shirt from the pile of wild grass where he’d discarded it. She folded it and then checked the tree line before she lifted it to her nose and smelled the fabric. It smelled like cologne and Dustin. So good.
What if he was watching her from the shadows? The hair lifted on the back of her neck as she hurried to pick up his jeans. Movement on the edge of the woods caught her attention, and there he was, human, naked, muscles rippling as he strode directly for her. His eyes were
“Turning vamp isn’t an option for you, wolf , and I don’t have to leave the crew. I would just live on a different schedule.”
“For eternity.”
“Vampires don’t live forever.”
“Chhhh. Fucking technicalities now? A couple thousand years in darkness, close enough. You’ll watch everyone you love die. You’ll watch the crew die of old age, and I’m calling it now—you’re going to find a man you love, who dies on you, and you’ll carry that hurt for two thousand fucking years. Turning vamp isn’t a fix for anything. It’s replacing one problem for a dozen more.”
“One problem,” she repeated, standing. She clenched her hands. “I’m a song-writer, Dustin.”
“What?”
“Yeah, that’s my passion. I write songs. Some of them are big. Some of them you’ve probably heard on the radio. I’m a natural,” she said, the words tasting bitter against her tongue. “A music prodigy, my teachers said, if not for the hearing loss . And I want to write songs for me. Can’t you try to understand? My whole heart is full of music, all the time, and I have this voice I can’t control, can’t stand the sound of, can’t hear well enough to hold a tune. So yeah, if I have to give up sunlight and live the exact way I’ve been raised my whole entire life, which isn’t the awful experience you imagine, then yeah, I’ll give up steak and sleep during the day.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Huh?” Dustin’s eyes flashed with anger. “Why are you here trying to be a Blackwing instead of shacking up with your beloved coven and getting your throat ripped out by one of your loving parents?” Dustin was shaking, but she didn’t understand why.
“Why are you so offended by this? If you were really my friend, you would at least try to see it from my point of view.”
Dustin snarled deep in his throat, and his words came out too gravelly. “I’m a fucking werewolf, Emma. Have you not heard anything about us? You really live in the supe world and don’t see what is standing right in front of you? You think you befriended a werewolf, really? Friendship isn’t our gig. Blind loyalty to our alphas is. That’s it. There’s no room for humans or vamps.” Dustin stepped up to her and curled his hand around her throat like he wanted to squeeze, but he didn’t. His eyes flashed those bright colors, and then he strode off toward the woods, removing his shirt as he went.
“What about the food?”
Dustin turned and walked backward, his face snarled up and terrifying. “Eat it all. Enjoy, Emma. You’ll be on a boring-ass blood diet soon enough.”
And then he shoved his jeans down to his ankles and Changed into his black-furred massive wolf before he was even done undressing.
Emma sat heavily on the blanket as the tears that had brimmed in her eyes trickled onto her cheeks. She’d never seen him like that. Never seen him open up about his hate for being submissive or his disgust for vampires. Her heart felt like it had been severed from her body, but why? It was just Dustin, and this shouldn’t be a surprise. He was right. Werewolves were psychopaths at best, and she’d been mistaken to think he was different.
The haunting note of a howl lifted on the wind, rising and rising, and she closed her eyes against the world and just listened to his song.
Dustin’s howl was the saddest, most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.
Chapter Six
Emma wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and lifted Dustin’s shirt from the pile of wild grass where he’d discarded it. She folded it and then checked the tree line before she lifted it to her nose and smelled the fabric. It smelled like cologne and Dustin. So good.
What if he was watching her from the shadows? The hair lifted on the back of her neck as she hurried to pick up his jeans. Movement on the edge of the woods caught her attention, and there he was, human, naked, muscles rippling as he strode directly for her. His eyes were
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