“Is that all?”
“Not quite. Your wolf will be trying to decide whether or not to bite him back afterward, probably for at least a few days or weeks. When she does, you’ll be permanently mated. After it happens, you’ll have lots of sex.”
“Well, I’m not opposed to that last part.” The pissed werewolf guy had been crazy hot, after all.
“Who would be?”
“Good point.”
“Has he calmed down enough to let you open the door?” Abby checked.
I eyed him. “No. Are you sure he didn’t say Kate, though? It really seems like he hates me.”
“I’m positive, Em.”
“Okay.” I bit my lip. “How long do you think he’ll make me stand here? He got mad when I tried to walk to the couch, but I think I might’ve seriously injured my tailbone.”
“When you fell off the porch?”
“Yeah.”
“Why doesn’t he want you to sit on the couch?”
“I don’t know. He’s just… pissed. What’s his name?”
“Finn.”
“Any idea why he’s so mad?”
Abby’s hesitation told me she did, in fact, have an idea.
Someone murmured something on the other end of the line. I wondered if it was Nico, telling her to keep her mouth quiet about whatever she knew.
“I’m putting you on speaker,” Abby said.
“Hi, Emmy. This is Nico,” a low, masculine voice said quietly. “Don’t say my name aloud. Finn’s wolf won’t like the idea of you talking to me. Werewolves are extremely possessive.”
“Okay. Lovely night, huh?”
He chuckled. “Sure. If you’re his mate, you should know that Finn was mated before, to a woman named Jo. He was much younger than her, and she was abusive. Her wolf rejected him rather than sealing the mate bond, and it nearly killed him. He’s stayed away from women since then.”
My eyes widened more with every new fact he added. “What should I do?”
“It’s up to you. I don’t know how his wolf is going to handle this.”
“Fabulous,” I said weakly.
So the pissed human was now a pissed wolf. And evenhisfriends didn’t know how to fix that.
My ass ached, and I was clutching a ruined cake like it was a lifeline. I kind of regretted not staying in to grade things with Zoe.
“If you’re worried about being alone with him, we can break in,” Abby promised.
“What are the odds that he hurts me?” I asked.
The wolf basically roared.
“Zero, Em. Even if Finn hadn’t been through hell with his last mate, he’s not that kind of guy. He loves to read romance books, and helps people for a living.”
