Page 212 of His Hungry Wolf

Drawing a small vile of blood from Nero and me, the doctor labeled them and handed them to Quin.

“This should be more than enough. Don’t make me regret this,” he said composed.

“Thank you,” Quin replied.

“Yes, thank you,” I said before looking over at Nero. Nero looked away still pissed at the bearded, Latino man.

Standing in front of our trucks, Quin turned to Nero.

“We’ll let you know as soon as we find out anything.”

“Okay.”

“Can I get your number?” I asked him as nervous as I would be on a first date.

“Yeah. What’s your number I’ll text you it.”

I told Nero and a few seconds later my phone buzzed.

“I got it,” I told him.

“Cool.”

“So, I guess we’re heading back,” I told them.

“Okay,” Nero said hesitant to say goodbye.

Instead of walking away, Nero threw his arms around me pulling me close. I thought he was hugging me. He was instead pulling my ear to his mouth.

He whispered, “Seriously, I’m really sorry about what I said. It’s not me. Alright?”

“Alright,” I assured him.

“It’s not me,” he repeated.

“That’s cool, Nero. A fresh start.”

Nero pulled away and smiled. “Yeah. A fresh start.”

I saw it. He was as covered in dimples as I was. If Dr. Tom hadn’t practically confirmed it, I would now have no doubt. I was looking at my brother.

“Quin, it was good to meet you,” Nero said offering him his hand.

“Good to meet you, too,” Quin said politely before both of us got into my truck and pulled away.

Most of our two-hour drive back to school was in silence. The last three days had been a lot. Not only had things happened between Quin and me, but I had found out that I was a wolf shifter and that I might have a family.

On top of that was what Quin said he wanted to do with the rest of his life. He wanted to move to New York to cure himself of his wolf. I understood why he wanted it, but neither of those things was something I wanted a part of.

With my leg healed, I could pick back up where I left off and play for the NFL. But I had given that up for a reason. All I ever wanted was a small life surrounded by people I love.

Was that the wolf in me? This was all new so I had no idea. But, whatever the cause, that had always been my dream even if I didn’t realize it until now. And that didn’t include moving to the big city to help my boyfriend get rid of the thing that made us perfect for each other.

What we wanted for our lives was starting to feel very different. But I didn’t want to lose him. There had to be some way to convince him that he didn’t need to get rid of his wolf to have a good life.

I considered all of this as I drove him to his dorm. When we arrived, we sat in the truck with the engine running.

“This weekend was…” Quin said trailing off.