Seduced by Lies
it right now. It had a forgettable quality to it that I now attributed to magic.
    We'd hoped to find a new trail of human prints, something that would lead us to the person turned lycan. To the murderer.
    Instead, the tracks stopped near the edge of the woods. They just… disappeared. As if the person or animal had flown away.

    Dean whined in disappointment, his big eyes frustrated. Derek nipped at him when Dean didn't turn back toward our base where we'd left our clothes.
    Heads down, still sniffing, we made our way back and started to shift back.
    I had to admit I wasn't entirely comfortable being nude in front of Dean, and despite the general assumption that all shifters were okay with nudity, I didn't think Derek loved the idea of his brother seeing me naked either.
    I hid behind a tree and Dean turned his head as I shifted.
    But.
    I.
    Couldn't.
    Shift.
    Panic took over as I willed myself back to human, only to remain in wolf form. I howled, scratching at the ground. Derek and the others had already shifted and were dressed. Derek approached me, concern on his human face. "Rose, what's wrong? Why aren't you shifting?"
    I whimpered, nudging him with my nose, shaking as I tried to force the change.
    I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, as I laid down and stared into the forest.
    My shaking increased, and I realized Derek's arms were around me.
    Human me, not wolf me.
    I'd shifted. Thank the heavens.
    Breathing deeply, I pressed myself against him.
    "What happened?" he asked.
    I didn't want to talk about it now, so I pulled on my clothes. "We'd better get home."
    He looked worried, but didn't push it.
    As we headed to the car, Derek noticed someone looking at us. His body tensed. "What's he doing?"
    I looked to where he pointed. "That's Billy, the brother of one of the victims. He was with us when we were attacked. He saw me shift."
    Derek growled low in his throat and stood guard as I got into the car.
    As we drove away, Billy watched us with squinted eyes, hands gripping his shotgun.

    Despite our day, or maybe because of it, I needed Derek inside of me, needed to feel him close to me. If we could become one body, I think I would do it, just to be closer to him.
    After, our bodies gleaming with sweat, our minds’ empty, I nuzzled his chest, running my fingers over his hard muscles and the soft hair that trailed down to his cock.
    It twitched, and I smiled. "Ready for round two?"
    He kissed me and something stirred deep in my belly, but my mind inexplicably flashed to earlier, when I couldn't shift out of wolf form.
    Breaking the mood, I pulled back, just enough to look at him. "Why can't shifters turn into animals other than wolves?"
    He paused, and I wondered if he'd brush me off again, but he surprised me by answering. "It was forbidden long ago by our people. There are stories, horrific stories, of people shifting back to human, but parts of their body staying in the animal form they embodied. This never happens with wolf, but any other animal that has been tried, has resulted in failure of some kind. Sometimes a person would shift and be stuck as that animal forever, eventually losing all humanity and turning wild. There's never been anyone in our history who has mastered the act of shifting into anything other than wolf without paying a very high price for it."
    His words chilled me to the bone and as he held me, falling asleep, I lay awake thinking about what it felt like to be stuck in wolf form, and what it felt like in my dream, turning into a bear and dying.

S IXTEEN
     
Never Doubt I Love
     
D EREK
     

     
     
    Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
    — William Shakespeare, Hamlet
     
     
    A POUNDING WOKE me. I jerked away, reaching for Rose instinctually. She lay sleeping beside me, but woke quickly at the next wave of knocking.
    Her eyes looked swollen from lack of sleep, and I wondered what she dreamed that had her tossing and turning lately. "Who's at the door at

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