“Hello, Allison. I’m Alex Jones.” He spoke in an animated voice. “I’m your long-lost big brother. It’s nice to meet you.”
With that, Allison started dialing her phone. Her father was the only person who could answer the questions that were popping in her mind. Was she really related to this weird guy?
Pity, he’s such a good catch.
“Hello, Dad,” She blurted the moment her father picked up. “I just reached Venice safely, but I’m with a weird guy who is claiming to be my brother. And you told me I would be living in an apartment in the city. Why are you sending me into some god-forsaken-who-knows-where place with who-knows-who?”
Allison didn’t get an answer to any of her dilemma because Alex took her phone away and started talking on the line. “Hello Dad,” He spoke with a sly grin on his mouth. “Yeah, I did expect a brat. But this is way too much.” He laughed heartily, making the younger sibling pout in annoyance. Alex nodded a few times before saying, “Yeah. I’ll see you soon.”
“Give me that,” Allison hissed, pulling the gadget away from her newly-found relative.
No wonder he speaks fluent English.
She studied Alex’s face a bit longer and found the resemblance he had with her father. They both had gray eyes and that crooked nose. He also got Marco Farkas’s thick stubble beard. And their hair… they had the same hair.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. We’re siblings,” Alex teased, wiggling his brows, snapping her back to reality.
“In your dreams,” she growled, rolling her eyes. She had always wondered what it felt to have a sibling. But Allison was starting to regret wishing to have one. It had not been an hour, and Alex was already getting on her nerves.
Conceited.
“They said you’re going to medical school this fall,” she heard him say in a normal tone.
“Yeah,” she nodded, “it’s always been my dream to be a doctor.”
“Are you sure you can do it?”
“Of course.”
“I mean, you know. It’s going to be really hard.” A hint of worry was in his voice, and she knew what he meant.
Yes, it would be an easy task if she was human. But now that she had turned into a wolf, smelling blood would be a nasty business to deal with. But she knew she could handle it. Whatever Allison Farkas wanted, she got – either by hook or by crook.
I just need to get used to the smell of human blood.
“I can deal with it.”
“You can always think of something else, you know.”
“Like what?” she asked, as if Alex’s suggestions would be of good use.
“I can’t answer that, you know. It is you who should choose what you want to do with your life…” Her older brother looked at her, then smiled. “It must be something that interests you.”
Interest? I don’t have much of an interest in anything aside from human anatomy,she thought.
Yes, you do,her mind responded.Brandon Scott.
Oh, shut up.
“I don’t know…” she murmured softly.
The rest of the trip was quiet, and Allison was enjoying the scenery when she smelled something familiar. It was a mixture of a man’s aftershave and perfume mixed with sweat. The scent she had been yearning for the past few weeks…
“We’re here,” Alex announced when the car parked in front of a cozy-looking townhouse.
She didn’t say a word and vacated the vehicle. She inhaled, letting the air fill her lungs. Brandon was stronger and more stable. She closed her eyes, letting the wind touch her face, breathing in the scent of the man she loved.
Pervert,her mind teased. But she didn’t care. She was glad he was somewhere near her.
