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Authors: Cara Adams
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better. Who comes up with these names anyway?”
“You’re the one with the cell phone. Can’t you Google that, too?” asked Quinn.
“But I’ll lose my place,” complained Rainer.
However, Quinn saw Rainer’s fingers dancing over the keyboard on his phone and knew Rainer was enjoying this as much as he was. Besides, it was making Wynter smile and anything that distracted her from her pain was good.
“Here we go. The collective nouns for animals were introduced by hunters, in France first then in England. Gentlemen used to show off the fact they knew all the proper names. And oh, yuck. How about this? There were special names for all the droppings as well,” said Rainer.
“Seriously?”
Rainer turned around, and Quinn guessed he was smiling at Wynter or maybe even showing her his phone.
“Yes.”
When Rainer was facing the front again, Quinn asked, “Are there any more good names for the animal groups?”
“We were up to ravens,” said Wynter helpfully.
“Oh yes. A crash of rhinoceroses, an ambush of tigers, and a descent of woodpeckers.”
Quinn watched the road as Rainer and Wynter talked a little more about the names, but after a little while they both became quiet, and when he next checked Wynter had fallen asleep.
Good. The more she can sleep the faster the trip will pass for her and the less pain she’ll suffer.
* * * *
By the time they arrived at the werewolf pack’s home in Albuquerque, New Mexico, Rainer had nothing but admiration for Wynter. Not once had she asked for anything at all. They’d stopped three times for gas, and each time she’d insisted on walking by herself to the ladies room. Rainer had stayed at her car, leaning against the door, watching her try so hard to walk without limping that it made his heart ache for her. He knew she needed to stand and stretch her limbs properly, but he still wanted to pick her up in his arms and carry her to save her from being hurt.
Each time Quinn paid for the gas, he also bought them all something to eat—a hamburger, or a steak sandwich, or a donut—and a cup of coffee. Rainer appreciated that. Either Wynter never ate much, or else she was on a really strict diet right now. Either way, she’d had so little food in her house he’d almost been afraid to take anything, and he was really grateful that Quinn was using every opportunity to grab them a snack. Likely Quinn was hungry, too.
For a moment Rainer wondered if she ate in her shark form. Perhaps she caught fish each day and that’s why she wasn’t hungry. But no. He’d watched her carefully at the beach that morning, and she’d just swum. He’d have noticed if she’d gone fishing as well. Rainer shrugged. It didn’t matter. Quinn was feeding them now, so it was all good.
Rainer waited while Quinn punched the intercom button on the high metal gate. The directions had been exact and detailed—4.25 miles from the turnoff to the gate—and it was just as well because there was no name on the gate to tell him they were at the correct place and it was almost completely dark.
“Yes?”
“It’s Quinn Johnson and Rainer King bringing Wynter Hall here to rest overnight. We’re expected.”
“Drive around to the back of the house. You’ll be shown where to park.”
It didn’t sound very friendly to Rainer, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to upset or worry Wynter. Perhaps they were only here on sufferance. Maybe these people owed the wolves Oscar was friends with a favor or something.
Oh well, he could stay awake and watch over Quinn and Wynter if he needed to. Wynter had to rest and Quinn had done most of the driving so was certain to be tired, but he was the support person, so once he got Wynter settled he could also be her guardian if that had to happen. At least these people had a swimming pool, and by now her skin would be starting to get rough and sore. Perhaps she could swim twice while they were here, once now and once tomorrow before they
“You’re the one with the cell phone. Can’t you Google that, too?” asked Quinn.
“But I’ll lose my place,” complained Rainer.
However, Quinn saw Rainer’s fingers dancing over the keyboard on his phone and knew Rainer was enjoying this as much as he was. Besides, it was making Wynter smile and anything that distracted her from her pain was good.
“Here we go. The collective nouns for animals were introduced by hunters, in France first then in England. Gentlemen used to show off the fact they knew all the proper names. And oh, yuck. How about this? There were special names for all the droppings as well,” said Rainer.
“Seriously?”
Rainer turned around, and Quinn guessed he was smiling at Wynter or maybe even showing her his phone.
“Yes.”
When Rainer was facing the front again, Quinn asked, “Are there any more good names for the animal groups?”
“We were up to ravens,” said Wynter helpfully.
“Oh yes. A crash of rhinoceroses, an ambush of tigers, and a descent of woodpeckers.”
Quinn watched the road as Rainer and Wynter talked a little more about the names, but after a little while they both became quiet, and when he next checked Wynter had fallen asleep.
Good. The more she can sleep the faster the trip will pass for her and the less pain she’ll suffer.
* * * *
By the time they arrived at the werewolf pack’s home in Albuquerque, New Mexico, Rainer had nothing but admiration for Wynter. Not once had she asked for anything at all. They’d stopped three times for gas, and each time she’d insisted on walking by herself to the ladies room. Rainer had stayed at her car, leaning against the door, watching her try so hard to walk without limping that it made his heart ache for her. He knew she needed to stand and stretch her limbs properly, but he still wanted to pick her up in his arms and carry her to save her from being hurt.
Each time Quinn paid for the gas, he also bought them all something to eat—a hamburger, or a steak sandwich, or a donut—and a cup of coffee. Rainer appreciated that. Either Wynter never ate much, or else she was on a really strict diet right now. Either way, she’d had so little food in her house he’d almost been afraid to take anything, and he was really grateful that Quinn was using every opportunity to grab them a snack. Likely Quinn was hungry, too.
For a moment Rainer wondered if she ate in her shark form. Perhaps she caught fish each day and that’s why she wasn’t hungry. But no. He’d watched her carefully at the beach that morning, and she’d just swum. He’d have noticed if she’d gone fishing as well. Rainer shrugged. It didn’t matter. Quinn was feeding them now, so it was all good.
Rainer waited while Quinn punched the intercom button on the high metal gate. The directions had been exact and detailed—4.25 miles from the turnoff to the gate—and it was just as well because there was no name on the gate to tell him they were at the correct place and it was almost completely dark.
“Yes?”
“It’s Quinn Johnson and Rainer King bringing Wynter Hall here to rest overnight. We’re expected.”
“Drive around to the back of the house. You’ll be shown where to park.”
It didn’t sound very friendly to Rainer, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to upset or worry Wynter. Perhaps they were only here on sufferance. Maybe these people owed the wolves Oscar was friends with a favor or something.
Oh well, he could stay awake and watch over Quinn and Wynter if he needed to. Wynter had to rest and Quinn had done most of the driving so was certain to be tired, but he was the support person, so once he got Wynter settled he could also be her guardian if that had to happen. At least these people had a swimming pool, and by now her skin would be starting to get rough and sore. Perhaps she could swim twice while they were here, once now and once tomorrow before they
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