Wolf Broken (Wolfish 2) - Page 11
I try not to feel desperate and needy as I wait for them to answer. But then I start to get angry.
What if I were in some real sort of trouble and they were ignoring my texts simply because a pretty dark-eyed girl showed up at their door?
Even as I think it, I feel like even more of a fool.
That isn’t the case. They love me, I know that. Promises were made and they wouldn’t break their promise to me; at least, I don’t think they would. Not like this. Not with something they can actually control.
I have to stop obsessing over this. I won’t be one of those girls—the kind that grow jealous and paranoid at the first sign of competition.
Just thinking it makes that lead in my stomach sink. Competition.
As if a human girl, destined to die centuries before them, is any competition to a shifter.
A shifter with full lips and almond eyes.
A shifter with history.
I have no reason to believe the boys would lie to me, I know I’m just being jealous and paranoid, but that doesn’t make the unravelling feeling go away.
I have other, more deserving things to be paranoid about, like where my father is now and my mother’s downward spiral. Being jealous about whether or not the boys are fawning over some wolf-shifter girl is not something I need to be worrying about.
I count the painted stars on my ceiling in an attempt to stop myself from thinking about what could be happening at the mansion tonight. Without me.
The outsider.
When I finally fall asleep, I dream that I hear noises coming from the mansion, sounds that blow into my loft window on a steady breeze.
At first the sounds are of laughter and conversation. It sounds like the reunion of old friends, and I can hear Kaleb and Rory and Marlowe, all eagerly talking with the new girl, and the sound of her laughter chiming above them all. But then the sounds change. They become more heady and deep. The sounds grow louder and seem to penetrate my ear drums while I sleep.
I can hear panting and moaning, and the sensual sounds of primal pleasure. I hear Kaleb let out a groan that sounds like he’s begging for more. I hear Marlowe’s heavy breath being carried on the wind and the sound of the girl’s soft voice calling his name. And I hear Rory, as he calls out into the night with the sound of a carnal howl.
When I wake up in the morning and realize it was just a dream, I am sweating so much that my sheets are soaked.
It doesn’t matter that it was just a dream.
To me, it feels real.
5
Sabrina
I try not to think about my dreams from the night before as I get ready for school.
My mother has already left for work so at least I don’t need to deal with trying to play the role of parent this morning. Even when we’re not talking, she somehow finds a way to shift responsibility onto me.
Now that we’re no longer exactly in hiding, at least that doesn’t include having to pour over every letter and email to make sure we haven’t accidentally left a trail leading straight to us.
That doesn’t matter anymore. At least, as long as the boys are here to protect me. I don’t know what they said to my father, but whatever it was, I’d be willing to put money on a bet that he won’t be around any time soon.
Even if he does show, I’m not afraid of him anymore. I know he can’t take me again. I’d rather die—a fact I proved to both of us the last time he tried.
I pour myself a cup of coffee and aside from the lingering anxiety caused by my restless sleep, I’m actually feeling pretty good. Much better than I was last night. Something about the light of day melting away the shadows and all that.
I’m not enough of a morning person to bother remembering the right metaphor. All I know is that I’m sure I was overreacting last night. The boys have never given me any reason to be jealous. There’s nothing to make me believe this time is any different.
Or, at least, that’s what I tell myself.
The image of the dark-haired girl from last night flashes in and out of my mind unbidden. With it comes a pang of jealousy that I try to quickly stuff deep down.
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