Page 285 of His Hungry Wolf

“Kendall,” I reminded.

“Yeah,” he said awkwardly.

As he continued to stare at me without saying anything, I began to think I made a mistake.

“We watched the football game together. We got pizza afterward. It was fun.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Yes, I know who you are. Cage says I have a tendency to stare without saying anything. I guess I keep expecting people to read my mind,” he said with a chuckle.

“Can wolf shifters do that?”

Quin laughed. “No, they can’t. It’s just me being awkward.”

I chuckled. “I know the feeling. You look like you have something on your mind.”

“Yes, I do. Do you know what a moonshine festival is?”

“Isn’t it a pagan ritual type of thing?”

“I guess. But I meant the other moonshine.”

“Ah yes. A Tennessee specialty. Moonshine, I mean. What about it?”

“The town where Nero grew up, is having their first annual Moonshine Festival.”

“Oh, this is the thing that Cage is organizing.”

“He told you about it?”

“Well, he said that Cage was organizing something that,” I looked around and lowered my voice. “That a certain fae will be at.”

“He told you that?”

“Was he not supposed to?”

“No, I guess telling you was fine.”

I paused and stared at Quin.

“Do I smell weird to you?”

“He told you that too, huh?” Quin confirmed.

“He said that wolf shifters can’t smell me.”

“We can’t.”

“And that it makes me magical in some way.”

“It mostly likely does.”

“He said that there might be someone there this weekend that might be able to tell me what I am?”

“He probably means Dr. Tom. He’s the leader of the fae. He knows a lot about this stuff. He should be able to help.”

“I see,” I told him still not sure what I thought about all of this. “So, what brought you here making you look like you do?”

“What? Confused? Lost?”