Page 281 of His Hungry Wolf

I didn’t look back. It was hard enough walking away from him. And when I say hard, I’m referring to my cock. There was a lot of time between him making me cum and me getting out of his truck. I was more than ready for round two.

Unfortunately, his spell on me only lasted a few minutes after I climbed into bed. It was past 2 AM so Cory was asleep. And it was way too dark and quiet for my mind not to return to what had inspired the night.

Out of everything, the thing I could least believe was that I had watched Nero beat the crap out of Evan. As I thought about it, my body shivered. I don’t know why, but as soon as that happened, I melted into a crying mess.

Eventually crying myself to sleep, I was only awake for a minute before the tears began again.

“You okay?” Cory asked startled by the sound of me wailing.

“I’m… all… right,” I said through my sobbing.

As hard as I’ve always been to live with, I never felt sorrier for Cory than I did now. At least previously I could explain why I woke up screaming or chose not to leave my bed. Today, I couldn’t even do that. I was crying. That was that.

Of course, as the day continued and the spontaneous bouts of bawling carried on, I got a better sense of why it was happening. These weren’t tears of anger or frustration. They were from a soul-felt release. These tears were from all of the times I hadn’t cried as a kid.

For so long I had thought that Evan Carter wouldn’t get justice for the things he had done to me. I knew that an eye for an eye left everyone blind. But, why was I supposed to be okay carrying around the terror and pain he inflicted on me while he got away without consequences?

Before last night, I didn’t believe that fairness existed. Because it didn’t, God couldn’t exist and there was no way life could be trusted. We were just specks of nothing floating aimlessly in a void of emptiness. But that had changed.

As brutal as it was, Nero had given me hope that everything might be alright. Helping others to have a better life would be worth it. What you put out to the world came back to you. I hadn’t needed proof of this to want to be a therapist, but knowing there was justice in the world had changed my life.

With every tearful outburst, my life felt a little lighter. Only then was I able to think about the other life-changing thing that had happened. I had watched Nero turn into a wolf.

Perhaps the reason I wasn’t still in bed having an existential crisis was that I had always believed people like him existed. I had never seen it with my own eyes, but I couldn’t count the number of times I had imagined Quin doing it when I was a kid.

It was incredible! And, had Evan been one of them this entire time? Did it have something to do with why he hated me? I had talked about Quin a lot back then.

There was also no way I could forget what Evan said to Nero. He had said that the way I smelled proved that I was different. What did I smell like? How was I different?

By the time I met Nero for dinner, I was dizzy with questions.

“You okay?” Nero asked seeing my head was spinning.

“There are so many things I want to ask you.”

“I figured. Shoot.”

I opened my mouth and nothing came out. It was like all of my thoughts had rushed to get out and had gotten stuck.

“Take a breath,” Nero told me. “I’m here. I’ll answer any questions you have.”

“What are you?” I finally asked.

“I’m a wolf shifter.”

“Is that what Quin is?”

“I’m not sure what Quin is. I mean, yeah, he’s a wolf shifter too. But as far as I can tell, his father turned him into a shifter by fooling with his genes. I was born this way and I didn’t shift until I was 18.”

“Is that normal? Shifting when you’re 18?”

“For most of us. But, I’ve heard of it happening later.”

“So, me being a shifter probably wasn’t what Evan was talking about when he said I was different.”

Nero paused. “Probably not.”

“Then, how am I different?”