Wolf Bride (Wolf Brides Book 1) by Joyce T. S

Author:Joyce, T. S. [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Luke

Maybe if I brought enough catfish home with me, she’d be less angry. Idiot. That wouldn’t work at all. You just told her she couldn’t ever be a mother if she marries you, and you think bringing buckets of fish home that she has to cook will piss her off less? It was impressive how dense I was with women’s actual needs.

I hefted the string of catfish over my shoulder and pulled my horse’s reins in irritation. Gorging on meadow grass had him taking his sweet time behind me.

Okay, but if I didn’t give fair warning before she married me, what kind of man would that make me? The kind that don’t care about honor or integrity, that’s the kind. I wasn’t tricking her into marrying me. I wanted her to know what she was getting herself into. Well, most of what she was getting herself into anyway. The werewolf stuff we’d have to deal with in time, when I was sure she wasn’t going to scatter.

But still…the devastation in her blue eyes flashed across my mind again. Honestly, I hadn’t expected that reaction. She was a whore and I hadn’t ever met one that was the mothering kind, but Kristina was different and I was a fool to forget it.

The familiar smell that belonged in those woods hit me long before I took the time to realize its meaning. I was too lost in my own churning thoughts to pick up on something that was at home with the scent of the native trees and grasses of our little hideaway. It wasn’t until I was much closer that it drew my conscious attention.

I smelled Jeremiah.

“Come on,” I goaded the horse as I pulled him behind. My sensitive nose led me right to his crumpled body.

If it weren’t for the struggling movement of his chest, I’d have thought him dead. His body was mangled in the in between state that said he wasn’t completely with me yet. At least his fur already retracted and he had smooth, human skin again. He grunted as one of his fingers snapped back to its human shape. It was happening so slowly. I was watching my worst nightmare come to life.

“You stayed wolf too long,” I scolded him, unsure if he could even understand my words or not. The rumble that came from his throat said not.

The smell of predator was pungent against the forest. I couldn’t just leave him there. He’d likely been changing for hours and the smell of his struggle and sound of his pain was bringing in critters that would eat him alive.

“Sorry,” I whispered as I hoisted him over the saddle. He screamed and my horse shied. “Steady there, boy,” I crooned. “It’s just Jeremiah.”

The rest of the journey back to the house lasted hours. Likely it was twenty minutes or so, but every labored breath and groan from behind me brought the memory of pain to my bones. My hopes of Kristina being safely inside when we arrived were dashed the second I pulled through the trees that edged the clearing.

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