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Having sex was different from becoming someone’s mate. Mating was serious business. It was about pack and family.
There were things that had been done to her in the compound that her body remembered but were veiled from her mind—things that made it much easier for her to be around Simon when he was in Wolf form. She knew in her heart that Simon would never do bad things to her like the men in the compound had done, but the furry Wolf still felt like a safer companion, despite the teeth and claws.
Maybe it was human nature to want to please the person who rejects you, who wants you to prove you deserve to be loved. Maybe.
A happy fluffball could be as unnerving as an angry fluffball.
She would have told her to respect her limitations as well as her abilities. She hadn’t done any of those things for herself.
And he wondered just how much teasing she had received—and why human males would train a female to shoot a gun and then tease her into being angry enough to shoot them.
You couldn’t help someone who didn’t want help. That was a hard, and bitter, life lesson.
Vlad stared at Simon. “Meg told the Elders they were . . .” “Bad puppies,” Simon finished. “Yeah.” A minute passed before Vlad said, “Why?” “They didn’t say ‘please’ when they asked for cookies.” “I don’t know what to say.” Simon scratched behind an ear that was now Wolf-shaped and furry. “That’s okay. Meg said plenty for all of us.”
Through it all, Skippy sat among them, welcome and accepted.
“I ate a human,” he snapped, feeling cornered. “All by yourself? You must have been hungry.”
The more time he spent around humans, the more confusing they became. Every other predator the terra indigene had absorbed had a social structure that made sense. But humans!
Elliot looked uneasy. “I’m his sire, but I think you know Simon better, understand him better. If we don’t find Meg, do you think he’ll survive?” “No.” The certainty of his answer made Vlad feel cold. “If we lose her, we’ll lose him too.”
Meg didn’t need to shift to be pack, to be his mate. Was that love?
