“What?No.”He laughs and small lines dart from the edges of his eyes to his temples.“A wolf.My other body is a wolf.”
“Your other body,” I repeat.
“Mmm.”He reaches for my hand and raises it to his face.His fingers are warm and firm and he turns my wrists so the delicate underside is beneath his nose.He breathes deep and closes his eyes.
“What are you doing?”I snap my hand from his grasp.
“I’m glad we’ve met,” he says.“You’re special.”
I frown.“It’s time for you to leave.”
Before he can reply, my doorbell goes again.I click my tongue and hit the button to see who is there.“What the...?”
“Huh, I might have knownhe’dshow up.”Elias huffs.
Calling on me now is the black guy from the night before.All handsome and broad-shouldered, and smiling at the camera.There is a strange little flip in my stomach.Excitement.Anticipation.And a sense that something new and magical is about to happen to me.
Chapter Three
Branson
“Hello.”
I hear her voice for the first time and it pulls my mouth into a wider smile.“Hey, can I come up?”
“I-I don’t even know you.”
I press my hand to my sweater, over my heart.“I’m sorry, let me introduce myself.I’m Branson Tucker, I do believe we met under somewhat strange circumstances.I’d like to explain.”
She says nothing.
I sniff the air.Elias’s scent lingers.“I know he’s up there,” I say.“Perhaps I can make sure he’s not telling you any lies about what he is.”
“Why would he lie?”
“Let’s just say Elias is not always sure about what he does and doesn’t want.”
