Page 339 of His Hungry Wolf

“To do what? I remember all of the things you did to me in high school. I still dream about them. I can’t get them out of my head.”

Horror flashed across Evan’s face hearing my words. He was stunned. Stopping his pursuit, he yelled, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” he said before falling to his knees overwhelmed.

Wait, what?

I didn’t understand what was going on. It startled me so much that I slowed to a stop. Had he just apologized to me? He did. And it sounded like he meant it.

I stood staring at him wondering what I should do. I could walk away, but Evan had just given me what I had dreamed about for so long. And he had without a threat to his life.

“I was such an asshole to you. And I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I’m only here because you broke into my house with that guy and now I regret what happened. But no. I’ve always regretted it. There hasn’t been a second I haven’t hated myself for doing those things to you.”

Now I was really confused.

“I don’t understand. If you regretted doing them, then why did you?”

Evan looked up. There were tears in his eyes. Actual tears. I didn’t think he was capable of human emotions.

“You have to have known. Out of everyone, you had to know. There’s no way you didn’t.”

“I hate to tell you this, but I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” I said approaching him.

“Kendall, you’re a wolf’s fae.”

“A wolf’s fae?”

“Yeah.” He stared at me waiting for some type of realization. When it didn’t come, he said, “Wait, how could you not know that? Didn’t your parents tell you?”

I could have told him that it was because the people who raised me might not have known. But he didn’t need to know any more about me than he already did.

“How about you not worry about that and explain to me what a wolf’s fae is.”

Evan searched his mind for words.

“It’s called a wolf’s fae but it’s not just wolves, it’s any type of shifter. You’re like catnip for us. Once we’re around you or get a whiff of you, you’re hard to resist.”

“But, why?”

“I was told it was because of your kind’s access to magic. Apparently there are different types of magic. And the kind you have access to is the kind that made shifters so we’re drawn to it. But, you had to have known that.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because of the scent barrier.”

“You know about it?”

“Of course I know about it. Didn’t you put it up because of me?”

“Why would you think that?”

Evan twitched his head as if confused by why he would have to tell me.

“Freshman year? We were in the same art class?”

I thought back.

“Mr. Adderley.”

“Yeah.”