Crying Wolf by Barbara Truelove

Author:Barbara Truelove [Truelove, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, gay
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2020-05-03T00:00:00+00:00

Spike had him by the throat. Spike was pinning him down. Strangling him. Except Ali knew, this time he knew it wasn’t Spike. It was his own panic clogging his throat. If he could only calm down, everything would be okay. But he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t stop the hammering of his heart. Everything was going dark, cold.

And then he shifted.

Not just an arm. Not just his teeth.

He was wolf, and Aisha was there, looking at him with tear-striped cheeks.

“Why’d you stay?”

He woke.

It was night. The world was dark but for the green glow of his collar and a strange soft flicker of pale-blue light coming from somewhere behind him.

“Hey.” Claws ran through his hair, sharp but soothing and guiding his head around.

He rolled with them and found himself in Morgan’s lap, head pillowed on a thigh. Slowly his brain began to piece together the sights and smells swirling around him. After a few seconds, he realised where he was. Cell 114. Morgan’s bed. He’d first come here after his visitation with Aisha had been cut short by the fire alarm. Rumour had it that an idiot from Cellblock West was smoking and had accidentally set his bedsheets on fire. Whoever it was, Ali hoped he was in segregation.

“You were shifting in your sleep,” Morgan murmured.

“You were watching me sleep?”

“I was watching the game.” He pointed at the TV mounted on the wall. It was on. Muted and smothered with static, but showing soccer players forming up on a field. It was where the blue light was coming from.

“I didn’t know Americans liked this sort of football.”

Morgan let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, got to admit, it’s a bit weird. Where I grew up, it was gridiron all the way. Maybe some hockey. But only if you were a Canadian or a sissy, which was pretty much the same thing as far as my dad was concerned.”

Ali’s eyes danced from the game back to Morgan.

He was naked, his hair tied back behind his head, and scars shining silver in the flickering light.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.”

Morgan looked down at him.

Ali let their gazes lock and linger.

“I’ve got to admit,” Morgan said. “I’ve been thinking a bit about you too.” He let those words settle for a moment before continuing. “What about me were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. I . . . I realised I don’t actually know anything about you. I’m just curious, I guess.”

Morgan smirked. “What do you want to know?

“Everything.”

That smirk grew. “My name’s Morgan Joseph Black,” he began. “I’m from a small shitty trailer in a small shitty city on the other side of this small shitty planet.” He paused. When it became clear Ali expected more, he kept speaking, more earnestly this time. “I have four brothers, all older, all stupid as fuck. I ain’t any better though. I dropped out of high school just like them, got hooked on blow and oxi just like them, and joined the army just like them.

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