Page 18 of Mating Season
Amber and Danielle shared another amused look. It brought up an old hurt I thought I’d buried. Their silent language and secret giggles made them seem so young, but maybe having someone to share jokes with was the fountain of youth.
“You know…” Danielle started, not directly looking at Fallon but the intent was obvious. “My uncle isn’t as uptight as he seems. He plays guitar at the local bar every Thursday night. You should hear how good he sounds.”
Fallon was basically oozing arousal.
She stared at each of us, daring someone to comment with the murderous look in her eyes.
Goddess, it was so hard not to laugh.
“We’re not talking about your uncle,” Fallon growled. “Who is the male you want to mate?”
Amber grew silent and Danielle wrapped her arm over her sister’s shoulder.
“Colton Penobscot,” she answered for her.
Amber dropped her eyes, looking to her lap. “But they can have him.”
“Who can have him?” I asked. We were jumping topics so fast my head was starting to spin.
“Edith and Meghan and the whole rich bitch operation they’ve got going on,” Danielle said.
Amber rolled her eyes. “We stumbled upon their nests last night.”
I glanced over at Fallon and she gave the ‘don’t look at me’ shrug.
“We were kind of surprised you two weren’t down there,” Amber continued. “All of you seemed close this season.”
Was this what it felt like to be part of a girl clique? Guilt by association? Because no thanks.
“Politics,” Fallon said by way of explanation.
“Ah. We see.” Both girls bobbed their heads.
“Well, speaking of politics, they’re assigning positions for the run and saying no one gets to veer off until we’ve agreed on our choices.”
“That’s bullshit,” I blurted out. “Our wolves determine who we pick, not us. What makes them think they have any power? Money and a last name don’t matter when it comes to biology. Tell them no and do your own thing.”
It’s unnatural. Sick.
The sense of injustice was riling my beast.
She’d be damned if someone told her who to pick during the mating season. We’d survived four so far, despite everything thrown at us, and we weren’t going to listen to some bimbos trying to take away our freedom now.
We will end them if they try.
“Yes.” Hope sparked in Amber’s eyes as she shot to her feet. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” I asked as Danielle tugged on my hand, glancing back at Fallon who looked just as confused as I was.
“Come on,” Danielle urged me.
Why does it feel like we’re being dragged to the slaughter?
What happened to ‘ending’ them?
It was metaphorical.
“You’re exactly what we need.” Amber smiled as she hurried to Danielle’s side.