Heated Rivalry (Game Changers, #2)

by Rachel Reid

A fucking wolf. That was a fucking wolf howl. “What the fuck was that?” Ilya said. He couldn’t conceal the terror in his voice. But who the fuck cared, because they were surrounded by hungry wolves! Shane laughed. “It’s a loon.” “A what?” “A loon!” Shane was really laughing now. “It’s a bird. Like a duck, kind of. Oh my god, you thought it was a wolf!” “What the fuck bird makes a noise like that?” “A loon!” Shane said again. Then he doubled over in hysterics. Ilya wanted to push him into the fire. “Fuck you and your loon!” Ilya said. “Stupid Canadian wolf bird.” Shane looked up at him, still laughing. His whole face was crinkled up: eyes, nose, freckles. Ilya wanted to grab embers from the fire and smash them into his own eyes because he could not bear to look at this adorable, crinkled, happy face. “Look,” Shane said. He made a tunnel out of his hands, brought them to his mouth and... Made the wolf bird noise. No human should be able to make that noise. “You speak bird now too?” Ilya asked flatly. Shane cracked up again, and shoved him. Ilya fought like hell not to, but he started laughing too. “I speak fluent bird. No accent!” Shane gasped. “I fucking hate you.” Shane leaned against him. “No you don’t.” Ilya sighed. No. He didn’t.