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and saw Roan watching us as we drove away. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he wore an irritated look on his face.
“Hm, I’m not sure. Hey, was that Roan?” Sorcha asked. As she turned around in her seat and looked at me.
“Yeah, apparently he’s out of the military and lives at my mom’s house again,” I replied, careful not to reveal a hint of emotion in my tone. The last thing I needed was an entire pack of Were’s coming after me for bringing undue attention their way. Having one Were after me was bad enough.
“Wow, he’s really handsome. I thought that he was good looking when we were kids but he’s super hot now. He was staring at you really intensely. Was he ticked or something?”
“Oh, really?” I said as my mind raced to come up with a reasonable explanation. “Naw, he was probably just mad because I left the kitchen a mess but I’ll clean it up when I get back home.”
But there was no way that I was ever going back to my mother’s house.
Chapter 9
~Aspen~
Dinner with Sorcha’s family was the first normal thing I’d done since I’d come back to this god-awful place. Spruce Hollow was full of raw and agonizing memories for me and it was nice to sit down and talk about normal things, with normal people for a change.
Besides, I felt safe here as I knew Roan wouldn’t try and come for me, at least I hoped he wouldn’t.
Sorcha’s family lived on a farm right outside the “human” section of town. And they, like every other human in town, were blissfully unaware that a pack of Were’s lived among them on an acreage right outside the town limits of Spruce Hollow. It was just as well, as it would have been catastrophic to the pack if anyone had ever gotten wind that they were living in plain sight right.
Sorcha’s brother had come home for the weekend and brought a friend with him, so the mood was jovial and energetic with so many of us over for supper. I had met this friend several times before and groaned inwardly when I found out that he was going to be there for dinner tonight as well. It’s not that I disliked this friend. On the contrary, I was kind of attracted to him.
I’d met him for the first time, five years ago, at a New Years Eve party at Sorcha’s parents house, but back then he had been a friend of Sorcha’s cousin, Taylor. A year later Sorcha’s brother had enrolled at the same college and pledged to the same fraternity and the two of them had struck up a friendship.
His name was Jude.
Jude had dark hair and light eyes and, physically, he reminded me quite a bit of Roan. Of course, Roan was a larger version of Jude, in both height and muscle mass. But it was those physical similarities to Roan that had drawn my attention to Jude in the first place.
But the similarities ended with the physical characteristics, as Jude and Roan were nothing alike personality wise. Where Roan was gruff and bossy, Jude was smooth and silky. Roan was a dominant control freak, full of bravado and swagger and Jude was cunning, smooth and a calculating slickster. And it was this sweet talking exterior of his that made me leery of him.
At least with Roan, you knew what you were getting into from the get go. Roan knew exactly who he was and made no excuses for it. But with Jude, I suspected that there was something far darker beneath the perfect exterior that he presented to the world. There was something about Jude that seemed not quite right, like you needed to watch out for him and question his motives. He had a reputation as a notorious “lady’s man” but in my head, that was just another word for “liar and a cheater”.
Even though I didn’t trust him and had made my disinterest in him quite known, it didn’t stop Jude and every time that we had met up in the past five years, he had tried to sweet talk me into going out with him.
And it had worked.
Once.
I had been living in Springbay for almost a year, when Sorcha had
“Hm, I’m not sure. Hey, was that Roan?” Sorcha asked. As she turned around in her seat and looked at me.
“Yeah, apparently he’s out of the military and lives at my mom’s house again,” I replied, careful not to reveal a hint of emotion in my tone. The last thing I needed was an entire pack of Were’s coming after me for bringing undue attention their way. Having one Were after me was bad enough.
“Wow, he’s really handsome. I thought that he was good looking when we were kids but he’s super hot now. He was staring at you really intensely. Was he ticked or something?”
“Oh, really?” I said as my mind raced to come up with a reasonable explanation. “Naw, he was probably just mad because I left the kitchen a mess but I’ll clean it up when I get back home.”
But there was no way that I was ever going back to my mother’s house.
Chapter 9
~Aspen~
Dinner with Sorcha’s family was the first normal thing I’d done since I’d come back to this god-awful place. Spruce Hollow was full of raw and agonizing memories for me and it was nice to sit down and talk about normal things, with normal people for a change.
Besides, I felt safe here as I knew Roan wouldn’t try and come for me, at least I hoped he wouldn’t.
Sorcha’s family lived on a farm right outside the “human” section of town. And they, like every other human in town, were blissfully unaware that a pack of Were’s lived among them on an acreage right outside the town limits of Spruce Hollow. It was just as well, as it would have been catastrophic to the pack if anyone had ever gotten wind that they were living in plain sight right.
Sorcha’s brother had come home for the weekend and brought a friend with him, so the mood was jovial and energetic with so many of us over for supper. I had met this friend several times before and groaned inwardly when I found out that he was going to be there for dinner tonight as well. It’s not that I disliked this friend. On the contrary, I was kind of attracted to him.
I’d met him for the first time, five years ago, at a New Years Eve party at Sorcha’s parents house, but back then he had been a friend of Sorcha’s cousin, Taylor. A year later Sorcha’s brother had enrolled at the same college and pledged to the same fraternity and the two of them had struck up a friendship.
His name was Jude.
Jude had dark hair and light eyes and, physically, he reminded me quite a bit of Roan. Of course, Roan was a larger version of Jude, in both height and muscle mass. But it was those physical similarities to Roan that had drawn my attention to Jude in the first place.
But the similarities ended with the physical characteristics, as Jude and Roan were nothing alike personality wise. Where Roan was gruff and bossy, Jude was smooth and silky. Roan was a dominant control freak, full of bravado and swagger and Jude was cunning, smooth and a calculating slickster. And it was this sweet talking exterior of his that made me leery of him.
At least with Roan, you knew what you were getting into from the get go. Roan knew exactly who he was and made no excuses for it. But with Jude, I suspected that there was something far darker beneath the perfect exterior that he presented to the world. There was something about Jude that seemed not quite right, like you needed to watch out for him and question his motives. He had a reputation as a notorious “lady’s man” but in my head, that was just another word for “liar and a cheater”.
Even though I didn’t trust him and had made my disinterest in him quite known, it didn’t stop Jude and every time that we had met up in the past five years, he had tried to sweet talk me into going out with him.
And it had worked.
Once.
I had been living in Springbay for almost a year, when Sorcha had
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