A Siberian Werewolf Christmas by Caryn Moya Block

Author:Caryn Moya Block
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, holiday, paranormal, christmas, werewolves, russia, siberia, shapeshifter, esp, lycans, alpha male

Chapter Eight

“Slava? Are you home?” Fanya called from the front room. “Why is it so cold in here? Slava get up. Violet wants you to take Maggie to the village like you promised.”

Slava groaned and rolled out of bed. He had been staring at the ceiling all night, thinking about the American. Did he want the heartmate bond to appear for them? What about his mother, who had slipped into a coma and passed away because his father died in the mine. Did he want to be tied to someone like that? Moreover, did he want to force that bond on a human?

His head ached with another migraine and his eyesight was blurry. “In here, Fanya. Give me a minute.” Why did he keep getting these headaches?

He slipped into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. When he looked in the mirror, he groaned again. He could barely make out his reflection. “I need to shift, Fanya. I have another headache and can barely see.”

Fanya rushed in. “You look terrible. Shift, do it now.”

Slava pushed off his pants and called the change. His eyes glowed at him from the mirror turning a bright yellow gold. His hair began to lengthen and fur burst out of his skin and rolled down his body. Lights swirled around him, and his bones broke. In an instant it was over. He was wolf.

He wagged his tail and brushed up against Fanya. She buried her hands in his fur. Glad to be free of pain, he danced around and yipped.

Fanya laughed at his antics. “All right, change back. The Alpha is expecting you at the lodge.”

Slava licked her hand before calling the change. As white lights started to swirl around him, Fanya walked out of the room. His bones broke, and then he stood in front of the mirror, a man again.

He fetched clean clothes from the chest of drawers and began to dress. His thoughts once more drifted to Maggie. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. There was something about her. His wolf wanted to claim her, and the man was hard pressed to hold back. Without a mating bond though, he could never tell her about his wolf and who he really was. Without a mating bond their life would be nothing more than physical attraction. Only one lycan had ever mated a human without the bond. He had been banished from the pack.

Slava’s stomach growled. He heard Fanya in the kitchen and hoped she might be fixing him some food. He hadn’t eaten much last night at the Yule celebration. You can’t play the guitar and sing with food in your mouth. He slipped on his boots and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

Fanya turned from the cupboard as he entered. “There you are. Your pantry is almost bare. You need to get more supplies in here. If there was a storm, you would starve.”

“I’ll arrange for a delivery today. I need to talk to Vikenti about the sled I ordered for Illarion.

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