Cry Wolf: A Young Adult Shifter Fairytale Retelling (HighTower Beauty and the Beast Book 1) by Jacque Stevens

Author:Jacque Stevens [Stevens, Jacque]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: sjacquebooks
Published: 2020-03-12T05:00:00+00:00

14

Beauty

The next morning, I woke up in the count’s bed which had been emptied of wolves. I had a blurry memory of Howl picking me up to put me there, but I had been too tired to care. Howl might smell my hair and watch me sleep more than was technically proper, but he wouldn’t hurt me. And now that he had come and gone, I was alone.

Whether I could walk or not, I didn’t want to be alone.

I howled, expecting Spin.

Howl burst through the doorway instead. He grinned, openmouthed. “You howl? That was so good! Just needs to be louder. Stronger. Then you can fill the whole room.” He threw back his shoulders and howled himself, demonstrating. “And you slept with the pack!”

He bounced around so much I scooted back against the headboard. The glare of dawn stung my eyes. My tongue felt like wool. It was still so early; I had no time to shake all the sleep from my brain and form a proper response.

“I . . . I just wanted to see the book.” I frantically looked for it, still resting on the rug.

Too far to shield my burning face.

And Howl just stepped over it like it didn’t matter. “I already said you could have all the books, but you howl and you slept with the pack. You like it here.” He leaned on the bed, walking his hands closer until our noses touched, staying longer than he had before. His movements seemed more focused, his tone deeper. A hunter on the prowl. “I like you here, too. Are you going to stay?”

“I . . .” I couldn’t answer. Watching him had me mesmerized, and I had no more excuses. All my secrets were exposed and open. I felt trapped against the headboard, but also something else. Something even more vulnerable.

Something protected. Something desired. Something . . . like home.

My face burned hotter. My lips tingled. This was so wrong. Howl shouldn’t know how comfortable I had become here because . . . because . . . I lost track of the reason.

But there still had to be one.

Howl kept moving closer in my silence, my lack of protest. One knee was up on the bed with me. “Are you sure you don’t want to be my mate? I think you would like that too.”

That one brought me back with a sudden jolt. I pushed him away and straightened my back. “Wha-what are you even doing in here? Shouldn’t you be out?”

The boy danced back on his toes. All his focused intensity evaporated in the single movement, his energy spilling out in random spirals of excitement with the change in subject.

“Mother wants to hunt with the pack today! She said we could watch the pups.” He grabbed me without asking and ran out the door. I could only laugh. Howl was already firmly fixed in another direction, but I had to do something to bring down the tension building in my chest.

Not all the tension was unpleasant.

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