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Authors: Harmony Raines
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you really need to do?”
“No?” he said. “I don’t. I’m not a mind reader, remember.”
“Look, I’m not the enemy, I don’t know what’s changed, but before we were working together and we need to do the same now.”
“Is this where you hit me with that mates thing again, because if it is, I don’t really want to know.” But he did stop and he did turn around to look at her. Trying not to let her see what effect she had on him as she stood there, looking beautiful.
With her eyes aflame as anger flashed across them, he could imagine her as a horse, nostrils flaring and a mane of hair flashing silver in the wind as she tossed it and snorted, a foot stamping before she turned round and kicked him in the gut. He smiled, but kept it half hidden. Maybe that was what he needed, to see her other side. And experience his other side.
But that scared him. Once he knew what he was, once Misty knew, there would be no going back. He would be forced to confront his past. And that was her plan.
“You want us to take our collars off.”
“See, you can read my mind.”
“It didn’t take much, it’s obvious. You think that once this collar’s off my neck I’ll become this lovesick puppy and will swear my undying love to you, because we’re mates .”
“You know what? I wish that when we took our collars off, that you wouldn’t mean anything to me. That’s right, I wish you weren’t my mate.” She jabbed her finger at him, trying to emphasise her point when she continued, “Because if you really want the truth, you might be disappointed in me, but I’m disappointed in you too. I thought I’d come back here, meet some nice stallion, settle down and have foals, lots of sweet foals, and he’d look after them, protect them. But instead, I ended up with a self-centered idiot.”
The smile that he had tried to keep hidden, widened. “I could get used to having you around. It’s nice to have a woman who doesn’t suck up to me because she wants me to fuck her.”
Shock spread across her face, and she didn’t see the funny side of what he said, but that was even more endearing to him. Damn, if she didn’t make him blow hot and cold.
“So let’s get to it,” he said.
She looked around, and then asked with a hushed voice, “Let’s get to what?”
He knew what was going through her head; she thought he was asking her to let him claim her, out here in the open grasslands. And that thought spun around in his head and the beast inside him stretched, liking the idea.
Maybe finding his true self wasn’t such a bad idea. Once the collars were off he was pretty sure he would want her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. He only hoped that wanting her didn’t end up making him follow her wherever she wanted to go.
“Let’s take these collars off. Right now.” He put his hands up to the clasp which held his collar secure. “Want to run and hide from the beast inside me? I can feel him, you know; I can feel it prowling.”
Now she looked quite smug, and she said, “Go for it.”
It was if she was calling his bluff, and he wavered, not really sure what to do, because he might hurt her, he might not be able to stop himself. He was a fighter who had never lost a battle, he reminded himself; this beast wouldn’t get the better of him.
He broke the clasp, throwing his collar away, and standing there, as if he was just the same. As if nothing had changed inside him. And then it began. First, there was a tremor deep within him, as if something was bursting out, escaping for the first time, but he didn’t feel fear; he felt courage, he felt brave, as if all the times he’d been alone and scared were swept aside.
The beast in him was awake.
He was filled with a moment of pure pain. It ripped through him, making him fall to his knees. He looked down. His hands were changing: they thickened and fur covered them while his nails grew, until they were claws, sharp, deadly claws. He lifted his
“No?” he said. “I don’t. I’m not a mind reader, remember.”
“Look, I’m not the enemy, I don’t know what’s changed, but before we were working together and we need to do the same now.”
“Is this where you hit me with that mates thing again, because if it is, I don’t really want to know.” But he did stop and he did turn around to look at her. Trying not to let her see what effect she had on him as she stood there, looking beautiful.
With her eyes aflame as anger flashed across them, he could imagine her as a horse, nostrils flaring and a mane of hair flashing silver in the wind as she tossed it and snorted, a foot stamping before she turned round and kicked him in the gut. He smiled, but kept it half hidden. Maybe that was what he needed, to see her other side. And experience his other side.
But that scared him. Once he knew what he was, once Misty knew, there would be no going back. He would be forced to confront his past. And that was her plan.
“You want us to take our collars off.”
“See, you can read my mind.”
“It didn’t take much, it’s obvious. You think that once this collar’s off my neck I’ll become this lovesick puppy and will swear my undying love to you, because we’re mates .”
“You know what? I wish that when we took our collars off, that you wouldn’t mean anything to me. That’s right, I wish you weren’t my mate.” She jabbed her finger at him, trying to emphasise her point when she continued, “Because if you really want the truth, you might be disappointed in me, but I’m disappointed in you too. I thought I’d come back here, meet some nice stallion, settle down and have foals, lots of sweet foals, and he’d look after them, protect them. But instead, I ended up with a self-centered idiot.”
The smile that he had tried to keep hidden, widened. “I could get used to having you around. It’s nice to have a woman who doesn’t suck up to me because she wants me to fuck her.”
Shock spread across her face, and she didn’t see the funny side of what he said, but that was even more endearing to him. Damn, if she didn’t make him blow hot and cold.
“So let’s get to it,” he said.
She looked around, and then asked with a hushed voice, “Let’s get to what?”
He knew what was going through her head; she thought he was asking her to let him claim her, out here in the open grasslands. And that thought spun around in his head and the beast inside him stretched, liking the idea.
Maybe finding his true self wasn’t such a bad idea. Once the collars were off he was pretty sure he would want her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. He only hoped that wanting her didn’t end up making him follow her wherever she wanted to go.
“Let’s take these collars off. Right now.” He put his hands up to the clasp which held his collar secure. “Want to run and hide from the beast inside me? I can feel him, you know; I can feel it prowling.”
Now she looked quite smug, and she said, “Go for it.”
It was if she was calling his bluff, and he wavered, not really sure what to do, because he might hurt her, he might not be able to stop himself. He was a fighter who had never lost a battle, he reminded himself; this beast wouldn’t get the better of him.
He broke the clasp, throwing his collar away, and standing there, as if he was just the same. As if nothing had changed inside him. And then it began. First, there was a tremor deep within him, as if something was bursting out, escaping for the first time, but he didn’t feel fear; he felt courage, he felt brave, as if all the times he’d been alone and scared were swept aside.
The beast in him was awake.
He was filled with a moment of pure pain. It ripped through him, making him fall to his knees. He looked down. His hands were changing: they thickened and fur covered them while his nails grew, until they were claws, sharp, deadly claws. He lifted his
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