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“A lot of them.” She made a face. “When they caught wind that you and Axel are fated, the town realized that I was a potential mate. Now I get dozens of texts every day from men asking to be added to the damn queue.”
My eyes lit up as excitement flooded me. “If you find your mate, the fever will finally end.”
“Yeah. And honestly, I hope he’s a werewolf. Moon Ridge is so damn much better than Mist Valley. I haven’t found the one yet, but there’s a whole list of them, and I’m only letting myself eat once a day, so…” She shrugged.
I nodded in agreement. “Has the council come by?”
“Yup. They interviewed me extensively, and decided you’re far too dangerous to be allowed back into the valley.” Her expression was apologetic. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be. I was hoping they’d decide that. I want to get a job I actually like at least part of the time, you know?”
“I know.” She gave me a small smile. “And a certain werewolf is here.”
Instead of crying about the fact that Axel had ditched me so easily, I wrinkled my nose. “That’s not a factor.”
Iris’s eyebrows shot upward.
“What happened between you and Axel? Other than copious amounts of sex?” Charly called from the kitchen.
“Not much, honestly. He refuses to live anywhere other than in the forest, with his pack. I refuse to spend the rest of my life in a tent now that I’m finally free. I told him I didn’t want to get to know him if we weren’t going to have a future together, and he respected that. So, just sex. That’s all that happened.”
I was rambling a bit, and I knew it, so I changed the subject and started rambling about other shit. “I want to go out and look for a job. I’m going to have to save up to pay for someone to fireproof whatever place I end up working, but I’m hoping Moon Ridge has a bar or two. Demon flames can change the effect most drinks have on a person, so I can probably talk someone into giving me a job at one of the bars. I think I’d like interacting with people a lot, if I had the chance.”
Iris was looking at me with narrowed eyes, but Charly’s eyes were bright. “We have a bar. It’s not popular, because werewolves can’t get drunk. If you can mix drinks that actually affect us, you’d flood the place with women who used to be human, looking to have their favorite drinks again. And where the women go, their mates go.”
Her words nearly made me tear up again.
Not the bar shit—the thing about the men going where their mates went.
“Why wouldn’t Axel be willing to compromise with you?” Iris argued.
Dammit.
I knew she was going to bring this back up.
Mainly because she knew me.
“You’re not capable of having sex with someone without developing feelings for them, Morgan. Did you tell him that?” my best friend pressed.
“No, I didn’t tell him that. He doesn’t want me, Iris,” I shot back. “I’m not going to share my damn fragile heart with someone who’d rather roll around in the dirt than live with me in an actual house.”
Charly snorted, and we both looked at her.
She lifted her hands. “Sorry. It was funny, and kind of accurate. The rolling in the dirt part—not the other bit.”
“Werewolves are supposed to be super possessive of their mates,” Iris told Charly. “Why wouldn’t Axel want to be with Morgan?”
Charly’s expression grew hesitant. “I don’t think it’s as simple as him not wanting to be with Morgan. Werewolves always want to be with their mates. And I want to explain what I know about the feral pack, but it would feel like breaking their trust.”
Iris frowned.
“In the famous words of whoever wrote that one human movie,he’s just not that into me,” I told Iris. “Get over it. I am.”
She scowled at me. “You arenot.”
Okay, I wasn’t.
But eventually, I would be.
