Moon Struck: Book 1 (When, Were, and Howl) by Raleigh Jeanette

Author:Raleigh, Jeanette [Raleigh, Jeanette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-07T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Rob drove in absolute silence, his every action, whether a stop or a blink accompanied with a grim expressionless stare. The seats in the passenger side were really too small for me to comfortably lie down, so I sat staring out the window, letting the wind blow in my face. Every now and then I'd look over to check on Rob. He pretty much just stared straight ahead. If he looked my way, I didn't catch it.

Ali called, but Rob ignored the phone, and she went to voicemail.

He parked the car and unlocked the front door in silence. By now, I was used to the idea of staying at his house, but Rob was really freaking me out.

He didn't say a word. Stepping into the house, he tossed his jacket over the chair and strode to the master bedroom. Maybe he'd forgotten I was human under my fur, a very un-were thing to do, but he sure wasn't acting like himself.

I finally barked a question, which sounded more like “Roo?”

He stopped and looked at me, a frown on his face, and now I could see that he hurt, one of those deep emotional hurts that people live with, often in silence, often alone. Only the eyes reveal that kind of pain. He voice was soft, “I'm sorry, Jen. I just need to be alone for awhile. There's a remote on the couch that works pretty well with paws.”

He stepped into the bedroom and shut the door, leaving it open just a crack.

My wolf ears heard him pulling clothes out of his dresser drawer and stepping into the shower. To Ali, a crack in the door is an invitation, but inviting myself into Rob's shower when he was feeling sad didn't exactly sound like a good idea. Again, to Ali, maybe it would. To me...not at all.

He'd actually showed me the remote earlier in a tour of the house. They make all kinds of special tools for the wereanimals with giant paws who are unable to manipulate small objects. I turned on the television, but truly couldn't care less what was on.

I wasn't listening to the T.V. at all. The shower was off now, but the door still closed. I heard Rob climb onto the bed. Then he wept.

Padding to the door, I nudged it open. Sure, he wanted to be alone, but in a spur of the moment decision, I ignored his request. His head was hidden in his arm and his shoulders were shaking. I put my nose on his hand, just to let him know I was there.

Rob stilled. “You can come up with me if you want.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I jumped up and burrowed next to him. He welcomed the comfort. His shoulders relaxed.

We cuddled quietly for a long time.

Rob said,“Grampie Joel died of a heart attack a few years ago. There were witnesses, and none of them knew CPR. They weren't even willing to try.”

Rob loved his Grampie Joe. He was always telling stories of Grampie Joe and his canoe, or the trip to Yellowstone.

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