Wolfheart by Shay Roberts

Author:Shay Roberts
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

It’s dark by the time Magnus returns. I’m less pissed with him now, and I’ve cooked a meal for two. Nothing special, just venison and potatoes. I also have beer I’ve been saving for the right occasion. Magnus may be annoying, but he’s easy on the eyes. I like his lean body and square jaw. Prediction: by the end of the night he will tell me what WH means. I just have to turn on the charm.

Magnus and I sit on rickety chairs outside my shack. I watch him wolf down his food in the lantern light. I’m not that good of a cook, so he must be really hungry. “Did you find anything out there?”

Magnus speaks quickly between bites. “Nothing fresh, he’s been moving fast, hitting places over a wide area. We’ve got three other trackers looking for him. We’ll find him.”

“Him?”

Magnus’ eyes grow wary. “I see. You’re distracting me with food.”

“So this isn’t an animal, it’s a person? The same person who scratched WH on my floor?”

He doesn’t respond, shoving the last of the food into his mouth.

“It’s someone you don’t want to kill. That’s why you’re not carrying a gun.”

Magnus shrugs. “I should stay here tonight. He might come back.”

Truth is, I’m relieved. But I’m not giving in that easy. “Do I look like a damsel in distress?”

Magnus suddenly laughs. “You’re no damsel. Folks in Corby have been keeping an eye on you. They call you Wolfheart, because you’re tough, and good with animals. Astrid, the woman who runs the gas station, says you were a wolf in your past life.”

“Wolfheart. Thanks for telling me that. You just earned yourself a beer.”

I open two bottles for us, moving my chair a little closer to his.

He’s guzzling the beer when it hits him what he revealed to me. “Shit.”

I nod. “The WH stands for Wolfheart.”

His shoulders slump. “I’m no good at this. The talking part. But I’m good at other things. Believe me.”

What other things? I wonder. I find myself wanting to know. But he’s like a big, scary dog. I have to take it slow. “Okay, let’s talk about something else. What was it like, growing up in Corby? Astrid and the others, they’re not exactly the friendly type.”

Magnus looks confused. “What? That’s not true. They’re all family. Any of them would take a bullet for me.”

For a moment, I feel a stab of jealousy. What’s it like growing up in a place where everyone treats you like family? I’ve never felt that sense of belonging, that sense of being cared for.

I shake off those depressing thoughts. “So you’ve lived there all your life?”

He nods. “Where else would I live? My people are there.”

“Family? Any brothers or sisters?” I always wanted a sister.

Magnus stares into his beer. I think I hit a nerve. I let the silence grow. Sometimes, with men, it’s better to be quiet and wait.

Eventually, Magnus speaks. “I need another beer.”

After a second beer, and a third, Magnus finally starts to relax a little.

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