“You know what? Never mind!” He hung up, and God, he missed the old days when landlines existed and he could slam the phone against the sling when he hung up on someone. Poking a button and the line going gently dead was unsatisfying.
We should text the human and ask where she lives,the wolf said.
Dodger gritted his teeth and connected a call to Vic.
“Why are you calling me?” Vic greeted him.
“Do you want to help me repair a fence? I will buy you a beer afterward.”
“Skipping Pack dinner tonight?”
“Yep.”
“Well, too bad Liam is changing it to tomorrow night and it’s an order that we all be there. Call me when you’re done repairing the fence and then you can buy me a beer.”Click.
That son-of-a-gun hung up on him. Dodger hated everything.
Liam called him back, and he connected it. “What?” Dodger barked.
“My day is good, how was yours?” Liam asked in a robotic voice.
“I’m not doing this.”
“Look!” Liam said. “Nory said you are clearly going through some type of emotional constipation, and that I should just listen to you, so I’m trying!”
Dodger drove a half mile just imagining driving his truck off a cliff and then blew out a long breath. “I got a girl’s number today.”
“Oh. Is that…is that a bad thing?”
“Yes. Bye.” He hung up. What was wrong with him today?
The two-word combination ‘emotional constipation’ would’ve made him laugh if he wasn’t so pissed off right now.
Eeeeerk.Dodger pulled onto the road they’d worked on earlier and slammed his truck to a stop near the broken fence. Bright side, there weren’t any animals in this pasture to escape the broken fence. Not bright side, the fence was ancient and he was going to have to fix multiple panels on either side, because they’d all splintered under the weight of the giant limb he’d chopped off this damn tree behind him.
The limb was gone, because his work crew always had a woodchipper with them, so it only took him an hour to replace and rebuild the fence panels. All the while, his wolf was running commentary on what they should text to Destiny.
If he had an off-switch to being a werewolf, he would’ve gladly used it today.
“Stop!” he yelled as loud and long as he could, and his roar echoed through the trees.
His wolf had never done this before. What did he need? A good fuck?
He stormed to the truck and ripped the passenger’s side door open, grabbed the phone off the floor and opened a new text thread with Destiny.
Honesty was best.
I’m a mess. I’m no good for anyone. I’m in a newly forming Pack. I like to fight. My animal needs bloodshed to feel steady. I will cause problems for fun, and I do not understand peace. I have a hundred red flags, and no green flags.Send.
He muttered a curse and locked his arms against the passenger’s seat, closed his eyes tightly and wished he hadn’t done that. Today was the day for regrets.
Immediately, he could see the dots bouncing in the text thread that said she was typing.
He walked to the back of his truck and pulled the tailgate down, sat on it and pulled the hardhat he’d thrown back there earlier to settle it beside him. His frazzled nerves couldn’t handle it rolling around in the back with every turn he made on the road anymore.
His phone vibrated, and her response came through as three words that changed the ramped-up feelings inside of him immediately.
I’m a widow.
