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Wolf Bonded (Wolfish 1)

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a moment.

“So, if I were a werewolf,” I start, “hypothetically speaking, of course. We’d have the same color fur since we have the same color hair, you and I?”

“Your hair is a lot more blonde than mine,” he says with a laugh again, “but you’ve got an idea how it works.”

“And your eyes, they would still be green as a wolf?”

“Yes,” Marlowe answers. “Although the color of our eyes sometimes changes.”

“Like when you’re feeling jealous or, uh …” I’m not quite sure how to finish asking my question.

“Sexually-driven?” he finishes for me, the wolf inside him showing through in his grin.

“Yeah,” I say as I feel my face start to flush in the cold air. “I guess that’s what I meant.”

I get up and walk over to Marlowe. He flinches at my touch but doesn’t stop me from tugging up the corner of his shirt to see the scar that rests on his collarbone.

“Did you get this scar as a wolf or as a human?” I ask.

Now’s the time to ask, if any.

“A wolf,” he answers, but I can tell he doesn’t want to launch into the backstory about it right now. I wonder what kinds of scars a wolf can get that they don’t want to talk about later. I know I have scars, but none of them can be seen.

“Why do you all like me?” I ask, turning around to try and look at each of them. “Does that happen often with you guys, all three of you liking the same girl? And shouldn’t you be attracted to women like that wolf-girl from the other day?”

You know, girls that are more your type. I don’t say it, but it’s no secret that I’m thinking it.

“It’s not something we can control, Sabrina,” Kaleb answers, carefully. “We can’t get you out of our heads. You’re in our every thought, even our dreams.”

“It’s true,” Rory adds. “We can’t stay away from you. We’ve all tried. Even I can’t keep myself from you.”

“But when we first met, you seemed like you hated me,” I say.

“I kind of did,” Rory admits. “I didn’t want you here. I didn’t want you on the grounds. I hated not being able to control myself around you and even when I tried to forget about you, I was tormented by you.”

My mind feels like it’s been running nonstop on overdrive. There are so many things I want to ask, so many things that I need to know. I’m in disbelief, and in awe, and more than a little flustered by the feeling of wanting to kiss each and every one of them and to lie in their arms and watch the seasons change in the trees all around us.

But then I remember something else. I remember their warnings of danger, and how they always seem to be following me when something happens. I remember what happened the day I went to the river.

“Who’s the wolf-girl?” I ask, before I lose the courage. “Is she a friend of yours?”

I can feel the shift of mounting tension in the air.

“No,” Rory answers, “she’s not.”

That tension hangs between us all for a moment, only to be broken by the jarring sound of a cell phone ringing.

First, it’s Rory.

He tries to shut it off and open his mouth, prepared to answer my question about the girl—but then Marlowe’s cell phone is the next to ring. By the time it gets to Kaleb, he hesitates a moment before finally taking the call.

I can hear the hushed tones of someone else on the other side of the line. I can’t make out the sound of his voice, but from the way Kaleb reacts, I think I know who it is.

“She’s here with us. No, no not like that—”

Whoever’s on the other side of the line cuts him off. Kaleb nods his head several times, then ends the call.

“Romulus?” I guess.



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