Page 67 of Wolf Unseen

“I got waylaid by a wolf shifter,” I began.

Bree snorted.

“Waylaid as in laid?”

An unwelcome blush colored my cheeks. I shook my head while trying not to think about Tobias’s mouth on mine. Damn, the wolf knew how to kiss. Probably because he’d had a lot of practice. Ugh.

“That’s not important,” I told her. “But there is something important I need to tell you.”

The felines all sat up straighter, silent for once.

“I’m not exactly what you think I am. I’m—” But before I could finish that sentence, the street door opened and a tall alpha wolf strode in with a slinky female clinging to his arm.

He half turned and locked eyes with me, triggering an instant reaction from my snoozing wolf.

Mine!

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Goddess, save me. My wolf was the most delusional wolf in the entire realm.

Tate’s eyes turned from warm brown to pure gold as he watched me. Then he shook his head and allowed the female to slide her arm possessively around his waist. I observed through slitted eyes as she stood on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear.

The wolf shifter forced a smile and stepped up to the counter, but to my annoyance, he didn’t push the female away. Oh no. She remained glued to his side like a barnacle. A slutty barnacle dressed to thrill in a tiny denim skirt and skin-tight crop top that barely covered her tits.

Anger burned bright and hot, searing my gut with acid. How dare she lay her hands on hi…

I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white as I fought against the demands of my wolf. She wanted to tear free and rip the female apart, which would have been a giant clusterfuck.

Do not ruin this for us, I warned her as she tried her best to force a shift. Stars, she’d gotten so much stronger since we arrived at Moonfall. Way stronger than she used to be. And a lot more opinionated.

Raquel prodded me. “Hey, are you okay? You seem like you’re struggling with your animal.”

Fuck, was it that obvious?

“Um, yeah. Sh…he wants to shift. No clue why.” I forced out a laugh. “I’m going to use the bathroom. Be right back.” Needing some space, I scrambled out of my seat and into the nearby customer bathroom. Luckily for me, it was a single unisex bathroom with a sturdy lock on the door.

Once inside, I sank to the blue-tiled floor and rested my head on my knees. If Tate stuck around, I wasn’t sure I could keep my wolf contained.

Not with her so determined to assert her claim on the alpha wolf.

Time passed. Minutes, or possibly even hours.

It wasn’t until someone started hammering on the door that I realized I’d zoned out for way too long, lost in a murderous fantasy whereby I shredded the female wolf’s face with my claws.

The banging grew louder, accompanied by a plea to open the door.

I unlocked it to find Bree standing there with her arms folded across her chest.

“Start talking, wolfie,” she demanded.

Squaring my shoulders, I drew on every ounce of courage I possessed. The feline females were my friends, I reminded myself as I followed Bree back into the coffee shop. To my relief, Tate and his companion had gone.

I exhaled, some of the tension releasing as my shameless hussy of a wolf settled back down. At least now I could focus on what I wanted to say. Small mercies.

“So,” I began. “I’m sort of here under false pretenses.”