“Adam?”
He didn’t respond, just stared at the woods.
“Hello?”
“What?” he asked, finally looking back.
“Just thought I’d say I’m really sorry about the other day. I didn’t mean what I said.”
“Yes, you did, but apology accepted anyway.”
“You know we need to stop doing this, right? It seems like every other day we’re having to apologize to each other.”
Adam smiled. “Yeah, well, we’re just really different people. The fact that we’re still friends at all is kind of a miracle.”
The metal frame of the bed bent as Roscoe tried to move his arms, but the restraints didn’t break. They had come from Mosavi’s black bag, and Roscoe had intentionally left them lying on the floor in the closet.
He howled as I rocked my hips slowly, not giving him time to recover. This always felt so good, and Roscoe’s slight gut was a little softer than the rest of him, which made this feel even better. Thinking back on when I was human, I’d have never dated a guy with Roscoe’s body type. With werewolves, though, it definitely worked in their favor.
“Ready for round four?”
“Babe, I don’t got nothin’ left.”
“We’ll see,” I said, leaning in to kiss him when the bedroom door slammed open.
“Adam’s gone,” Austin said, his tone frantic.
“What?”
“I thought he was in the backyard, but I can’t find him. I can’t even find his scent.”
I hopped off Roscoe and grabbed the keys to let him out.
“He’s probably downtown.” Roscoe rubbed his wrists. “He likes that bar.”
“I checked. No one’s seen him.”
“Maybe he went out in the woods.” Roscoe scooted out of bed and grabbed his hoodie from the closet. I threw on the clothes I’d discarded earlier. “I’ll go out there and check.”
“He was looking at the woods earlier.” I leaned in to whisper in Roscoe’s ear. “You don’t think—”
“They don’t really mess with half-turns,” he replied, grabbing a few of the enchanted stones from the dresser. “I’m sure he’s fine. Probably havin’ some fun with the ferals.”
“He’s out there all alone,” Austin said, frantic, starting to tear up. “What if he’s lost?”
Noting the other werewolf’s distress, Roscoe patted him on the back. “He’s a half-turn. He’s in his element. Trust me, you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”
As Austin and Roscoe hurried to the back door, the front door opened and Adam strutted inside before noticing the frantic mood.
“What’s going on?” Adam asked. “ Did something happen?”
“We were gonna go look for you,” Austin said. “Where the hell have you been?”
“I just took a walk. Calm down.” He threw his coat on the stand and made his way to the couch with a slight skip in his step. “Wait, were you actually worried?”
“Well, you left without saying anything,” I said. “And Austin was looking for you in town.”
“Everyone in this house leaves without saying anything,” he rebutted before flipping on the television. “Come sit with me, Austin.”
