Wolfsong (Green Creek 1)

Just… more, now.

He wasn’t the seventeen-year-old boy he’d been.

Bigger. Stronger. A man. An Alpha.

He didn’t say anything as I approached.

We were the same height now. I was sure of it.

I wondered how big his wolf was now. If he shifted and looked like his father.

I had so many questions.

But I couldn’t.

I said, “Not yet,” knowing full well that it would burn.

He flinched but didn’t speak.

I walked by him without stopping.

TWO DAYS later, Carter and Kelly kidnapped me.

Technically.

I came out of the diner after I’d finished up a sandwich for lunch. Before I could even take a step to cross the street back to the garage, a familiar SUV squealed to a stop in front of me. I barely had a chance to react before the passenger door was thrown open and two wolves glared at me.

“Get in,” Carter said.

“Or what?” I said.

“Or we’ll make you,” Kelly said.

“Really. You want to try that again?”

“Sure,” Carter said. “Get in now.”

“Before we drag your ass along,” Kelly said.

I contemplated walking away.

“Fucking werewolves,” I muttered.

I got in the SUV.

They looked surprised when they turned back to stare at me.

“Well?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I didn’t think that would actually work,” Carter said.

“Seriously,” Kelly said with a frown. “I thought there’d be a lot more posturing.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know what that is.”

“He means he thought we’d actually have to drag your ass,” Carter said.

“Oh. So. You were going to kidnap me—”