Marred (Ridgewood Rogue Wolves Saga Book 2) by Mazzy J. March

Author:Mazzy J. March [March, Mazzy J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Decadent Publishing LLC
Published: 2022-02-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Maybe it was my imagination or I was more tired than I had admitted to Lynn, but after supper, as I sat on the back porch letting my food settle, something stirred within me, and it wasn’t Lynn’s honey-garlic venison bites. My toes squirmed in my shoe. My fingernails seemed to be bruised and tender to the touch.

But, more than that, more than the sensations in my skin and the tingling along the back of my neck, was the thunderstorm brewing within me, deep in my chest, past the chasms of arteries and pumping blood. Something very much there but nothing to do with my anatomy.

I was pretty sure it was my wolf. True enough, I hadn’t felt her since I was a small girl, and even those memories were fuzzy and hard to grasp no matter how much I’d tried to reach for them lately.

Something about being in this place, near these people who were so close to their animals, made me want to embrace the shifter in me for the first time since that night, that fateful night that turned my life end over end.

Could I shift? Was it too late? I knew that when I was with Neville and then with Andrew that my thoughts had ping-ponged to my wolf more than once. At first, I thought the stirring was butterflies of attraction, love, and lust, and those definitely were there. But now, as I eyed the woods and the setting sun, I knew there was more.

The feelings were enough to spark a hunger in me, a hunger to embrace all that I was, despite the blaring opposition that was my missing leg. Jeannie was a raccoon. Some other shifters might think that made her a liability or weak.

Everyone had a weakness. You could either deny it, avoid it and pretend like it didn’t exist, or embrace it.

With my hands braced on either side of me, I pushed off the porch with a new determination burning right below my sternum.

I was going to shift. My wolf was there somewhere. I had pushed her down and intimidated her until she retreated completely.

Still, she was in there, waiting in the wings for me to call her.

And that’s exactly what I intended to do.

I zigzagged through the woods, making certain Neville or Andrew, or Vincent for that matter didn’t see me or follow me. Despite their sweetness and concern for me, this was something I had to do alone. I was alone when they took my leg. I was alone in the darkness crying time after time when I was returned to the group home, rejected from a foster family. I was alone peeking through the crack under the door, watching my mom do drugs, a choice she made over taking care of me.

This was another hard thing I was choosing to go alone.

I’d walked a few miles when a clearing seemed to appear out of nowhere. The rose gold of the setting sun sent rays through the branches,

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