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.All I could do wascradle myself. Sophie, I m sorry.I m not being very professional and I don t know how to goabout this.I just don t know what to do here.His body brushed past me and I followed behind him.If I was in a better mood, Iwould have looked at his well-formed ass.But as it was, I was too tired, too emotionallyoverwhelmed to do anything but walk.I watched my feet step over felled logs and decaying moss, watched as bugsscattered beneath my feet, watched as spiders made their webs for a new day, andshielded my eyes with my hands as the bright sun beat towards me on the other side ofthe forest.LEGEND: THE WOLF Erin Dameron-Hill 102Chapter FifteenThe drive home was quiet and long.It hadn t been minutes that had passed whileI was a wolf, it had been a few hours.Dawn had already come and gone.Rush hourtraffic was in full bloom filling the already silent and awkward Hummer with a sense ofimpatience and anger.I was still wrapped in a torn brown Bomber jacket, the sleeves tied around mywaist so that I could cover all my private body parts.When the human body explodes,you can bet the clothes tear apart as well.That s usually why wolf families have picnicsand partners for such occasions; we have back up.We re fully prepared to deal with eachother s beast, maybe not our own beast, but definitely the family s beasts.My nudity and thrown together wardrobe didn t help to ease the tension in thestuffy and hot Hummer.My fingers picked at the torn upholstery, pulling on the yellowpadding.I had nothing better to do then to further the damage inside the vehicle, so Icontinued to pick.All the while I wanted to scream and get the hell out of thisuncomfortable and unwanted situation.I don t know why I was so peeved that the Hunter had told me he wanted me.Imean, wasn t that every woman s dream to have a handsome and rugged man tell theirsecret desires? I guess it wasn t my dream.But it should have been.I wanted it to be.Instead, I picked at the torn padding.Bits and pieces of yellow cushion packedunderneath the gray upholstery seemed to interest me more than the sky falling aroundme.Or maybe I just didn t want to face the real monster in the car--my own feelings.Iwas trying to ignore them, push them aside, forget them completely, but they weren tgoing to go away.Sooner or later I would have to deal with them.I heard the click and turn of a knob when the cool, air conditioned breeze blew inmy face.I took a deep breath and relaxed somewhat.At least the beads of sweat that hadformed were now chilling my body as the cold air swept around me.It was a relief to nolonger have to deal with the heat and humidity, that soon, one thing would becomfortable-the air.My hands wiped at my forehead in an attempt to remove any and all dew that hadformed.Unfortunately, they came away with mud and crude debris that were finally un-sticking themselves from my skin.I was trying desperately to avoid the grossness all over me, but the dirt continuedto slide and drop all around me and into the small crevices on the seat.I was brushingthem onto the floor when the Hunter spoke.I knew what he was going to say, and Ididn t want to have to deal with it.I didn t want to face the truth of his words.I wasalready burdened with emotions that I couldn t handle, so I didn t need the extraaggravation even if it was good aggravation. I ve always wondered, he began slowly, pulling quickly into the far left lane ofthe interstate,  what s it like to be a wolf?Okay, not what I was expecting.But that was a question I could answer withsomewhat more ease than it s true, I want you, too.LEGEND: THE WOLF Erin Dameron-Hill 103 Honestly, I don t really know.I m not really present when in wolf form.Andyou should know by now, that were not all wolves.Some of us are foxes, some hyenas,and you know I m a jackal.There are some wolves, but it s more of a common term, youknow.If it was up to me, I d call us were-canines.We re not strictly wolves. I have noticed that.Although, you re the first jackal I ve ever seen. Yeah, apparently they re rare.Matt says he s never seen another one either andhe s been to several conventions. Conventions? Yeah, kind of like a comic-con.We all get together and& wait, why don t youknow this? I asked now trying desperately to back track.This Hunter may not haveshot me, but he was still capable of shooting other wolves.And lucky me, I was givinghim more information about his prey.Yay. I only chase rogue wolves, I mean, rogue canines.I don t specialize in the habitsor lives of non-dangerous canines. Oh, well that was a relief of sorts, although, I should watch what I say [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]