The Worst Werewolf by Jacqueline Rohrbach

Author:Jacqueline Rohrbach [Rohrbach, Jacqueline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: NineStar Press, paranormal, gay, lgbt, werewolves, vampires
Publisher: NineStar Press, LLC
Published: 2017-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: WRAITH LOCH

Patches of sleep came and went. Nightmares plagued Amber’s rest each time her eyelids closed. Through her, Lavario experienced the terror and a hopelessness that came with being a captive facing an uncertain future. Relaxation was a scarce resource.

And when she wasn’t having bad dreams, she was awake and plotting.

Too afraid to verbally express her anger, Amber fantasized about the day she’d kill him. More than once he saw her standing over his dead body, kicking it in triumph. Sometimes in her visions, she sawed off his head and took it to her father’s grave. Wishful thinking.

The more time she spent with him, the more her confidence waned, the more bad dreams she had. She thought about killing him a lot less and instead worried, “What’s going to happen to me when you die?”

“My death is not certain,” he’d remind her

She considered her lavish surroundings with a critical eye worthy of a Varcolac wolf. To Amber, his apartment was some type of museum library hybrid. Tasteful but old-fashioned. Lots of dark wood, carvings, drapes that cascaded down from the ceiling but covered no windows. And shelves and shelves of books. When he searched Amber’s mind for a description of himself, all he heard was snobby geezer with hoarder issues.

The description rankled. He did not have hoarder issues.

She opened his closet, going so far as to grope undergarments. Lavario raised a haughty eyebrow at the intrusion but said nothing.

“What’s this divide for?” she knocked on the wood board separating his wardrobe.

“Right side for nonwolf days, left side for wolf days.” She gave him a confused shake of her head. Exasperated that it mattered to her, Lavario sighed and explained, “When I believe a day will anger me to the point of transformation, I wear something from the left side. When I’m reasonably confident the day will be stress free, I select from the right. No need to ruin my nicer clothes if it can be avoided.”

“That is… you are…” She puffed out her cheeks. “What’s going to happen to me when you die?” It might have been amusing if not for her tear-saturated brown eyes.

When he didn’t answer, she went back to mauling his possessions with her clumsy hands. His keepsake box with wolves, elk, and flowers carved into the sides crashed down on the floor. Amber flipped open the silver lid and rummaged through the contents. She pulled out a stuffed animal. “Is this a teddy bear? What’s a werewolf doing with a teddy bear?”

Kijo’s. Lavario’s heart gave a painful squeeze, reminding him of what he’d lost. Though he’d done his best to preserve Mr. Bear, its white stuffing peeped out from behind ripping seams. One eye was missing. That happened centuries ago. He grabbed it from Amber more roughly than he intended.

She glared and rubbed her hand. “You are the absolute worst werewolf.”

He put the box and the bear on a higher shelf. Satisfied it was safe for now, he turned his attention to Amber and

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