“Really? That is interesting. Do you have a lot of land?” He looks at me coyly and licks his bottom lip.
Ew. I must be missing something here because that question and the coy, teasing look don’t marry up.
“Uh, yes, I own a plot up on the mountain.”
His eyes gleam as he leans forward and takes my fingers. I stare at them, wondering if it would be rude to shake him off. No, I’m doing this for the wolves. I relax into his hold.
“Do you like nature?” I ask without really thinking. It’s a ridiculous question.
“Oh yes, nature and I are one.”
What? Maybe not such a dumb question.
I sit back, pulling my hands free. The dinner was too rich, but he ate all of his and then ate mine.
He’s got dark hair and dark eyes and just seems like a normal guy, which is making me very nervous.
Or maybe I’m just jaded.
“Would you like dessert, or would you like to go for a walk with me? I always think ending the night with a stroll is the perfect way to end a day.”
I mean, sure, that sounds nice. “Okay.”
I stand up and follow him out of the restaurant. He pays for everything, doesn’t even let me speak, just tells me he has this.
He seems like the perfect guy.
We walk side by side, deep into the dark. I can smell the wolves, which is insane. They can’t be here. Surely.
“I’m really glad you agreed to come on this date with me. I didn’t think you would.”
“Oh, why wouldn’t I?”
He laughs softly. “I guess, I’d assumed you’d have looked at my social media and bailed. But I love that you have an open mind. That you are so accepting of differences. It would be easier to show you all of me than explain. Can I do that?”
I rub my chin, unsure whether I should or not. “Okay,” I say hesitantly.
In the dark, I catch sight of a huge grey wolf. So, they are here. Wrath lays down and watches from under a bush.
“I thought you weren’t going to be here?” I hiss.
The tip of his tail wags, but he doesn’t answer me otherwise.
I pace the darkness, wondering where my date has gone and whether I need to be alarmed or not.
When I turn around, my heart stops, and I immediately have to bite my cheek so I don’t start laughing. Because this is so bad right now. It has to be a joke.
He’s going to get us killed.That thought rings crystal clear in my mind.
He’s got furry wolf ears, a long tail that bobs when he moves, sewn oversized paws, and he’s modified his face, even so far as putting fur markings on where a wolf would have them. He does a skipping jump to me, tilting his head up and sniffing the air.
Wrath lifts his head, his eyes wide open. I focus on my date, refusing to look at the real shifter losing it in the shrubs.
“Rrrwff,” my date says and tilts his head back and arrooos into the night.
Oh. My. God.
He pounces on a tree and scratches it up. I don’t know what to do; I just stare at him. Wrath stands up, his gaze focused on my date like he doesn’t want to miss a second of this shit show.
