Page 214 of His Hungry Wolf

“What’s gone?” he said responding to my panic.

“The dragon. It’s just gone.”

He didn’t respond.

“Did you hear me, Quin?”

“Do you think it’s coming after me?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything except that it’s not here. Neither is my father. Do you want me to come and get you? I can come and get you.”

“No don’t,” he said seeming to calm down.

“It’s not a problem. I could be there in thirty minutes.”

“But you just drove for three hours.”

“I’d drive all night to keep you safe. You gotta know that, Quin” I told him knowing it was true.

“Thank you. But, I don’t think it’s necessary. Wherever he is, he probably has more to worry about than getting revenge on me for stealing you away.”

“You didn’t steal me from anything. You’re the one who always had me, even before we met.”

“I can’t explain it but I feel the say way,” he told me.

“I wish I could shift on command like you do. If I did, I could get his scent and find out what happened to him.”

“I could teach you how. Why don’t I go home with you after you’re done with work tomorrow? I could see what my wolf knows. And, I could start teaching you how to control your shifts.”

“You can do that?”

“Of course. I can’t have you wolfing out in the middle of class and killing everyone, can I? They would not let you graduate if you did that,” he teased.

“And all of your tutoring would be for nothing?”

“Exactly!” he said smiling.

I laughed. “We wouldn’t want that.”

“No, we wouldn’t. So, I’ll meet you at the activity center after your shift… I mean, when you’re done with work?”

I chuckled. Yeah, being a shifter was going to come with some rewording.

“Sounds like a plan,” I told him before telling him good night and ending the call.

I slept uneasy that night. The slightest sound woke me up. But, when the sun rose and neither the dragon nor my father returned, I relaxed and was able to get in a few hours uninterrupted.

I could barely think of anything else during my classes and at work. So when Dan asked me how my leg was and reminded me that I no longer had a cast, I didn’t know how to reply.

“It’s feeling better,” I told him.

“Does this mean you can come back to the team soon?” He asked excitedly. “We need you, man. It’s been rough without you.”

I considered it. I could definitely play. And tapping into my new abilities, I could probably sniff out a play better than I ever have. It wasn’t that I hated football. I just didn’t want everything that came with going pro.

As a top prospect returning to the field from what seemed like a career ending injury, how could everyone else’s expectations for me not return? Not to mention, what if after a dirty tackle, I shifted and tore the guy to bits?

No. I couldn’t be trusted on a field. At least, not yet.