Wolf of Sight

Chapter 2-3

“Does the muffin part of the statement have anything to do with why you’ve got flooding moisture in your mouth?” Kale asked her.

Heather self-consciously licked her lips.

“You heard that, did you?” Heather asked, feeling her face grow warm. Then she felt a finger brush across her cheek.

“You make my mouth water, too, lass. Never be embarrassed by what you feel for me,” Kale said, using their bond to speak to her. “And I’m sure we could work something out in regard to you climbing onto my back. I’m really never going to be opposed to the idea of you climbing on me in any way.”

Of course, he’d been listening to her inner dialog. “As long as you’re just as upfront with me about your feelings then we’re good,” she said. “And feel free to share any ridiculous thoughts you might have. Then I won’t feel so unhinged about my ludicrous thoughts about you.”

“All right then, up you go,” Kale said out loud as he suddenly scooped Heather up from her chair. A second later, she was sitting in his lap.

Reaching out to steady herself, her hands gripped his soft shirt away from a hard surface. Chasing the hardness outward was like dragging her hands of her family’s dining table, smooth with rounded edges. Rolling her hands over rounded shoulders, and down the hills and valleys of his arms, Heather smiled. Kara was right. Being blind and mated to a chiseled male like this would never cease to enthrall her.

“Were there no other seats left?” she asked, smiling like a fool. Turning her back to him in relaxation, the heat of his body loosened up muscles she hadn’t realized were bunched up with tension. Consumed by her favorite scent, his body was a contrast of hard and soft. As if she didn’t know how small she was in comparison to the wolf, he rested his chin on the top of her head.

“There are plenty of seats, but none of them had you in them,” he replied.

His chest vibrated with the rise and fall of his lyrical voice.

“Smooth, Romaine, smooth.” Stella chuckled.

Heather could hear another set of footsteps and then another. The air shifted as two men, whom she assumed to be Nick and Ciro, passed.

“Now that we’re all here,” Kale began, “we have some things we need to discuss with you lasses.”

“Please tell me this isn’t an ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ kind of conversation,” Stella said dryly.

“Isn’t that the kind of talk you usually have in private?” Kara asked.

Her voice sounded from Heather’s left, and she turned to be a part of the conversation.

“I have no clue,” Stella answered. “I’ve never done the whole relationship thing.”

Stella sounded farther than Kara but on the same side of the room.

“Then how do you know about that kind of conversation?” Heather asked as she raised her eyebrow.

“I watch TV.”

“You shouldn’t,” Kara said. “It’s just the government’s way of brainwashing us.” Her tone told Heather Kara expected them to fully understand her conspiracy theory. Heather blinked as if it would clear her vision enough to make the link between television and relationships. It didn’t, but she blinked a few more times hoping it would help. Nope. Still dark.

“They’re brainwashing us into having the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ kind of conversations?” Stella asked.

“Broken relationships equal broken people. Broken people equal instability. Instability equals lack of commitment, which equals unsteady jobs, which equals dependency on government help,” Kara explained.

“You’re seven kinds of jaded for one so young,” Heather said shaking her head.

“I grew up dependent on the government through the foster care system. Believe me, my best interest was the last thing they cared about.”

The disgust and finality in Kara’s tone elicited a growl from Nick who was on the right side of the room.

“Okay, no more TV,” Stella announced. “From now on, we play board games.”

“Board games? And we are going to play these board games in between dealing with Volcan and worrying about Jewel and Anna. Not to mention, we are planning on becoming witches ourselves, while at the same time not becoming mindless slaves of Volcan,” Heather added.

Kale cleared his throat. “Speaking of witches, that’s what we need to talk to you about.”