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“Not happening!” I snapped at her. I finished brushing my hair and threw the brush back into my bag. “You’ve had your way for the last eighteen hours. I’m taking a break from all things werewolf and mate driven, got it?”
Her power pulsed, and I nearly doubled over. I ground my teeth, fighting back. So my wolf wanted her mate. Well, too damned bad. Just ’cause I wanted the hunter too didn’t mean I’d joined at the hip with him. We didn’t need to be together every freakin’ second of the day.
But apparently, my wolf thought that we did.
Fisting my hands, I fought and struggled internally against my wolf’s rising power. She growled and snarled, then flashed another image. It was of Kaillen and me in bed, him over me, his eyes glowing as his canines elongated right before he bit into the tender flesh on my neck and sealed the mating bond.
“Quit trying to force me!” I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed her down with everything I had. “You just got here and have no idea what’s going on. Kaillen wants me because his wolf told him to, and now that I see how a
When her only response was to sprout hairs through the backs of my hands, I knew she wasn’t going to listen to reason.
“Fuck this.” I snatched my phone up as sweat beaded along my brow.
My eyes widened when I saw the half dozen texts from Prisha wanting to know how my first shift went. I furiously tapped in a reply, letting her know that I’d survived, but I couldn’t muster more than that.
My muscles were still burning from my attempts to avoid another shift as I began to ask her if I could stay with her, but then with an aching realization I knew that escaping to my best friend’s home wasn’t an option.
Jakub-Dipshit was still looking for me. I couldn’t bring him to her doorstep.
Deleting that part, I hit send on my half-assed reply to let her know I’d indeed shifted and was still breathing. Following that, I made a call.
“Good evening, thank you for calling the Supernatural Forces, Chicago division. This is Shelley, how can I help you?”
Thank the gods, Jeff’s not working tonight, so the phone’s actually being answered.
“Shelley, it’s Tala Davenport. I need your help.”