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men,” Gran said. “I’m a bit partial to Marcus, seeing as he’s my grandson, but I can see the appeal Jackson would have for a young woman like yourself. Big, strong, good-looking. Yes, I can see the appeal.” She leaned forward and placed her palms flat on the table. “Nothing can come of it, though.”
Kirra had been about to protest that there was nothing between them, but Gran’s words brought her up short. “Why not?” she found herself asking instead. “Do they have mates?”
“No. No mates. Females are scarce around these parts. It’s part of the reason Heloise—my daughter—and her mate went to Europe. They’re trying to find an answer to why our birth rates are so low, or at least to convince some European shifters to move here. That’s not what we’re talking about, though. The problem is you’re human. Oh, you could have a wild time rolling around in the woods if you want, but that’s all it could ever be, and you don’t strike me as the rolling around type.” She tilted her head at the hutch. “Bring me that book over there, the one on the far right. And the candles in the top drawer.”
Thinking that she was afraid she very much could be the rolling around type, Kirra found the book Gran wanted: Half Moon Wolf Pack History and Laws.
Gran lit the beeswax candles and cracked the book open. Its pages were yellowed and parchment-like. “It’s an interesting book,” she said, flipping through the pages. “ Every Wolf learns it by heart before their first shift. Ah, here it is.” She bookmarked a page with the ribbon attached to the book and handed it to Kirra. “You’ll want to read that section.”
“I’m really just here because I need to speak to the council. Not for anything else.” And she still hadn’t convinced the men to take her to the meeting. That was why she’d gone after them, not to make out. What was happening to her brain? When had she become like a TSTL character in a movie who forgot everything important when a sexy man paid her any attention?
“Take it,” Gran insisted.
Kirra reluctantly took the book back, knowing she wasn’t going to like whatever it said.
Gran picked up a candle and stood. “I’m going to bed. Douse the candles when you’re done.”
Kirra drew a candle closer and laid the book down. It opened at a section under Pack Law, titled Mating and Genetics.
Chapter Ten
T he sun was just inching up over the horizon when Marcus rolled out of bed and donned his clothes. He’d lain awake most of the night and needed fresh air to clear his head. He snagged the boots he’d left at the foot of his bed and crept out of the barracks, barely resisting the urge to land a kick in Jackson’s gut when he passed his sleeping partner.
After Kirra had run off the night before, they’d cleaned up and gone to bed without saying a word about what had happened. Maybe Jackson knew that if he’d opened his mouth or gloated, Marcus would have snapped and tried to strangle him with his bare hands. The asshole went on and on about not wanting anything to do with humans—heck, if it had been up to him, they would have left Kirra in the river, at the mercy of the Cats!—and then he mauled her right in front of Marcus. The hypocrite asshole.
Jealousy wasn’t an emotion he was used to, and Marcus didn’t like the way it burned through his body and made his teeth clench. Outside, in the crisp morning air, he took a deep breath and held it, attempting to think rationally. He’d really only known Kirra for two days. He’d extended his protection to her, but that didn’t mean he had a claim on her. She could kiss anyone she wanted, and it shouldn’t affect him at all.
Visions of her kissing a parade of handsome men danced in his head, and Marcus felt his body shifting, morphing into his Wolf form in a response to the threat he felt. Taking another deep breath, and another, he forced his body to remain in human form.
It was time to face facts. The
Kirra had been about to protest that there was nothing between them, but Gran’s words brought her up short. “Why not?” she found herself asking instead. “Do they have mates?”
“No. No mates. Females are scarce around these parts. It’s part of the reason Heloise—my daughter—and her mate went to Europe. They’re trying to find an answer to why our birth rates are so low, or at least to convince some European shifters to move here. That’s not what we’re talking about, though. The problem is you’re human. Oh, you could have a wild time rolling around in the woods if you want, but that’s all it could ever be, and you don’t strike me as the rolling around type.” She tilted her head at the hutch. “Bring me that book over there, the one on the far right. And the candles in the top drawer.”
Thinking that she was afraid she very much could be the rolling around type, Kirra found the book Gran wanted: Half Moon Wolf Pack History and Laws.
Gran lit the beeswax candles and cracked the book open. Its pages were yellowed and parchment-like. “It’s an interesting book,” she said, flipping through the pages. “ Every Wolf learns it by heart before their first shift. Ah, here it is.” She bookmarked a page with the ribbon attached to the book and handed it to Kirra. “You’ll want to read that section.”
“I’m really just here because I need to speak to the council. Not for anything else.” And she still hadn’t convinced the men to take her to the meeting. That was why she’d gone after them, not to make out. What was happening to her brain? When had she become like a TSTL character in a movie who forgot everything important when a sexy man paid her any attention?
“Take it,” Gran insisted.
Kirra reluctantly took the book back, knowing she wasn’t going to like whatever it said.
Gran picked up a candle and stood. “I’m going to bed. Douse the candles when you’re done.”
Kirra drew a candle closer and laid the book down. It opened at a section under Pack Law, titled Mating and Genetics.
Chapter Ten
T he sun was just inching up over the horizon when Marcus rolled out of bed and donned his clothes. He’d lain awake most of the night and needed fresh air to clear his head. He snagged the boots he’d left at the foot of his bed and crept out of the barracks, barely resisting the urge to land a kick in Jackson’s gut when he passed his sleeping partner.
After Kirra had run off the night before, they’d cleaned up and gone to bed without saying a word about what had happened. Maybe Jackson knew that if he’d opened his mouth or gloated, Marcus would have snapped and tried to strangle him with his bare hands. The asshole went on and on about not wanting anything to do with humans—heck, if it had been up to him, they would have left Kirra in the river, at the mercy of the Cats!—and then he mauled her right in front of Marcus. The hypocrite asshole.
Jealousy wasn’t an emotion he was used to, and Marcus didn’t like the way it burned through his body and made his teeth clench. Outside, in the crisp morning air, he took a deep breath and held it, attempting to think rationally. He’d really only known Kirra for two days. He’d extended his protection to her, but that didn’t mean he had a claim on her. She could kiss anyone she wanted, and it shouldn’t affect him at all.
Visions of her kissing a parade of handsome men danced in his head, and Marcus felt his body shifting, morphing into his Wolf form in a response to the threat he felt. Taking another deep breath, and another, he forced his body to remain in human form.
It was time to face facts. The
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