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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.
“But words can beat down a person as surely as fists,
“One young woman is hardly an invasion.” “The female pack was the invasion,” Simon grumbled. “Exploding fluffballs. Bunnies with teeth.”
She wanted to do something simple—a task that had an instant, visible reward, that had no gray areas, no emotional turmoil. At least, not for her. If weeds had feelings, they might take a different view of her plunging her gardening tool into the ground around them and ripping them out, roots and all. But they weren’t voicing opinions or arguing with her, so she dug and ripped with homicidal cheer.
Business as usual, but nothing will be the same.
“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.” •
The not-Wolf amused them, even when she sounded like a scoldy squirrel. Maybe then most of all.
The odd silence wasn’t quite so silent anymore, and Meg felt very grumpy about that—but not quite grumpy enough to tell an Elder that it wasn’t polite to laugh at someone else’s howl just because it wasn’t . . . whatever.
“Simon? What are you going to do about Meg?” Simon stared at him, a warning flicker of red in the amber eyes. “Do about Meg?” “You love her, and she loves you. You’re in love, Simon. Maybe that’s not how you would describe what you feel, but it’s obvious to the humans who know both of you.”
“So romance is your constant thing?” She shook her head. “Love. That’s more than romance.”
“Meg? Are we mates?” “I—I don’t know.” “I’m not human. I will never be human. But maybe I can be human enough to be your mate.” Meg looked at him. “I’m not a Wolf. I can never be a Wolf. I can’t even look like a Wolf. So how could I be your mate?” Meg didn’t need to shift to be pack, to be his mate. Was that love? “You’re Wolf enough for me,” he said. “And you’re human enough for me.
