Page 34 of Wolf Roulette

Cam was always in the pale camp, but she wasreallypale now. “I’m sleeping with a Luther. It’s okay.”

Did she rehearse that?

I slanted a glance at her companion. I vaguely recalled the wolf’s face. Emily, perhaps?

“Just okay?” I asked my friend in confiding tones.

Cam stared at me for a beat. “Good enough to come back?”

“Is that a question or a statement?”

“… Statement.”

“Might as well keep it going then. Night.” Winking, I wobbled onward to Sascha’s abode.

I shoved inside and kicked off my heels.Sweet bliss.

Bed. Me.

Soon.

Shower. Smelly.

Knock, knock.

I hobbled back to the front door.

Cam lurked on the other side.

“Done already?” I joked.

She flashed a small smile. “Look, I wanted to thank you.”

There was so much wrong in that. “You aren’t hurting anyone, Cam. I assume Emily isn’t hurting anyone. You beingtogether doesn’t hurt anyone. Don’t thank me for taking your relationship well. Anyone who takes it otherwise is a small-minded bitchhole.”

She tucked away a tremulous smile. “I know. It’s just… the tribe.”

I understood the social pressures better than most. “You’ve worried about this for a long time, huh?”

“A while. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

Secrets were odd things. They got harder to divulge as the days rolled over. “I’m just glad to know everything is okay. We were worried about you.”

She hesitated. “Do you think I should tell Wade?”

“Up to you. If it makes you feel better—I’m a werewolf, and Wade tried to get me drunk the other day. I don’t think he’s a small-minded bitchhole.”

Cameron laughed.

I grimaced. “He doesn’t like being out of the know though. Fair warning. At worst, he’ll want a King Wade Day.”

Cam tilted her head. “Hey, is that why you threw him a King Wade Day? He found out you were a werewolf?”

“Yep.”

She grinned in the dark, then frowned. “What’s it like to be a Luther?”

“Like feeling more alive and more in tune with people and the land.”