Page 144 of His Hungry Wolf

Cage looked up at me for the first time. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he scared, or angry? When I had told Lou about it last summer, it had been over the phone and from thousands of miles away. The only thing I knew was that it made him stop talking as much. I didn’t know how much until after we met and he relaxed around me.

But, this was the first time in a long time I was doing it face to face. The one benefit of being as famous as I was was that most of the people I met already knew.

“I’m not freaking out. I’m just tryin’ to wrap my head around it. So, you’re like a werewolf?”

“No. First of all, werewolves are made up… I think. And, they turn into a half human, half wolf creature. I have full control over when I shift, at least most of the time. And, when I do, I change into a wolf.”

“How?”

“How what?”

“How anything? How do you do it? How did this happen? How does it feel?”

I paused and took a breath. In spite of what he said, Cage seemed pretty freaked out. But, he wasn’t freaked out in the way that would result in him shooting me with a silver bullet or something. He just needed time and explanations, the latter of which I didn’t have.

“I don’t know how I do it. It just happens. It always just happens. As to how it happened, I don’t know. The only person who knows for sure is my dad and after I shifted for the first time, and after what happened to my mother, he swore he would take the procedure to his grave…”

“What happened to your mother?” Cage asked cutting me off.

Prickly heat washed through me hearing his question. Darkness quickly enveloped me and I knew that the only way to stop it from consuming me completely was to just say it.

“I killed her.”

“What?”

“It was my wolf. When I was too young to speak, I used to shift without warning. My parents thought they had a handle on it, but they underestimated the response of, at two years old, was an adolescent wolf.

“I was told my mother was trying to discipline my wolf for something I had done and my wolf snapped. It’s a wild animal. The only way to control it is to lock it away.”

Even as I said it, I wondered if what I was saying was true. Yes, at one point it was a wild animal. But the wolf I met in my dorm room, wasn’t that at all. And the presence I felt in my head even now, wasn’t savage.

“I wanna see it,” Cage said suddenly looking at me intrigued.

“I just said that I can’t control it,” I told him a little offended that he would ask. How would he feel if I asked him to drop his pants and show me his dick?

“I think you can,” he said confidently.

“And you think that because of your vast knowledge on the topic you just learned about two seconds ago?”

“No. I just feel it. You have more control over it than you think.”

What was Cage talking about? Why did he think he knew anything about me or this?

Certainly I might have misrepresented how wild my wolf was given my interaction with it in my room. But, he didn’t know that. And, although I was sure I couldn’t control it, perhaps I could reason with it. But, again, Cage had no way of knowing any of this. So, why would he say what he had?

“Well, putting your life in danger to test that theory wasn’t why I came over tonight. We have an exam tomorrow and there is still a lot of material we have to go over.”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna concentrate on any of that after what you just told me.”

“Figure out a way. Your future will be determined by what happens tomorrow. Please don’t make me regret telling you.”

That seemed to snap Cage out of his bug-eyed fascination with me.

“You’re right. We have work to do. But, thank you for telling me. I feel so much closer to you now,” Cage said turning his attention to the books in the bed between us.

That made my wolf’s ears perk up. He felt about it the same way I did. It aroused us. For so long I had wanted to find someone who could accept this part of me. I had found him, and he looked like he was chiseled out of marble. Why did he have to have a girlfriend?

Filling him in on the last of what he missed before he joined the class, I found it hard to stay focused. Every so often he would look up at me. When he did, he would give me a smile that would melt my heart.