Page 13 of Wolf Roulette

“Not well.”

“It takes a lot of strong alcohol to overwhelm our accelerated healing process. Even then, your wolf won’t get drunk. Just you.”

Huh, go figure.I gathered my clothes and walked back to the bathroom.

“Why are you changing in there?” he called. “You’ve never done that before.”

I towel-dried and stepped into underwear and then a bra. “No reason.”

“I like seeing you naked.”

“Believe it or not, I gathered that.” Tugging up high-waisted black jeans, I shrugged into a pink midriff jumper.

I dumped my towel in the hamper and returned to find Sascha sitting on the bed with the duchess comb he gave me.

“Will you let me brush your hair?” he asked.

I lowered my gaze. “Not tonight. It’s tangled.”

Sascha handed over the comb without a word. “Let’s test the mind-speak again.”

We stared at each other.

Hello?I thought at him.

He smiled after a leaden moment. “Not yet.”

“Guess not.” I took the comb from him.

Sascha tilted my chin. “Beautiful wolf, is something the matter?”

My cheeks warmed under his intense focus. “A wolf came to me at the stream today.”

“What wolf?” His hands swept my sides. “What did he do?”

Whoa.

“Uh, not whatever you’re thinking.”

Sascha closed his eyes and opened them after a long exhale. “I thought your presence here would help me control the mating call, but the presence of other unmated male Luthers is doing the opposite. Forgive me.”

I struggled against a grin. “You think someone else will catch my eye?”

His shoulders tensed. “More that you will find a worthier partner.”

“Nature doesn’t work like that.”

Sascha faced me. “You and I both know nature isn’t everything.”

Didn’t I know it.

I sat on the bed beside him. “I’m not sure you understood what I meant when I told you the tribe were still my people.”

“You meant that anything you see and hear on pack lands that could help the tribe will be conveyed to them.”

I blinked at him. “You…”

He crooked a smile. “Is there anything else?”