But now, I’m curious.
What would it be like to have Jericho hold me like that, with his hand around my dick and his fangs on my throat? What would it be like to have him suck me off? Or just to simply kiss him? The idea doesn’t immediately turn me off. In fact, I’m kind of interested…
“Fuck,” I mutter, palming my hardening dick.I am definitely interested.What am I gonna do now?
10
EVAN
Istep out onto the lawn, needing to put some distance between me and Jericho’s sketchbook for a while. The yard is empty, and there is no trace of which direction they disappeared to. I wander around for a bit, staying close to the house while admiring the beautifully maintained yard. The pack clearly takes pride in their property, even in these colder months.
It makes me curious, how much land do they own? And how many other packs are in the area? Will they all react to Jericho the way Bronson had? And if so, can we trust them? Can we trust this pack to protect him?
Every question just makes me more and more anxious, until I finally pull my phone out to text Jericho:Everything okay? It’s been a couple of hours.
My entire body aches from the stress of this morning, and I’m fairly certain there is a bruise forming on my side from where Jericho grabbed me. It’s a good thing he did, or I would’ve been wolf chow. And holy hell. What a testament to Jericho’s new-found abilities. To act so fast and with so little effort… He’d flung us twenty feet into the air before I could even blink.
When another thirty minutes pass without a reply, I start to get agitated. I shouldn’t have let him go. Not after we promised we’d stick together! What if he’s in trouble? Shit, why didn’t I grab my gun before we left my house? I had been too surprised by Jericho’s return to think clearly. I need it now.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should’ve known better.
Rowen, Ivy, and Justice are sitting on the porch when I return to the house. I keep my distance, having not forgiven Rowen for nearly killing my best friend.
“So just before he steals the ball from Calli, his back arches and he starts to shift,” Justice says.
Ivy covers her mouth. “Oh no. During class?”
“Yup. Startled everyone, especially his girlfriend.”
Ivy laughs. “Did it take him long?”
“No, only a few seconds. The coach didn’t even see it.”
Ivy and Rowen burst out laughing. “Poor guy,” Ivy says. “I’m not surprised though. He is the son of an alpha. Alpha born always shift faster.”
“Yeah. I’m just glad my first shift wasn’t in public,” Rowen says, face wrinkling in discomfort. Ivy snorts, shoving her brother.
I can’t help but grin, picking up on the conversation. Curiosity gets the better of me. “How old do you need to be to shift, anyway? I’ve never heard of kids running around as wolves, so I’m assuming teens?”
They all turn toward me with mixed expressions. “Usually happens around fifteen.”
I nod. “Makes sense, I guess. Just like all the other changes our bodies go through then.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
I shake my head. “It must be weird to be a shifter.”
“No way. I’d rather be a shifter than a vampire,” Ivy says with a laugh. “Can you imagine needing blood every few days?” She makes a face. “Gross.”
Every few days.Is that true? I honestly have no idea. I’ll need to ask Jericho how often he needs to feed. Or drink? I don’t even know what to call it.
I clearly don’t know anything.
“I don’t know, man. Vamp gifts are pretty cool,” Justice says, pulling one foot up to rest his chin on it. “Dad knew a vamp once who could hold his breath under water for like fourteen hours! He ended up joining the coast guard, I think.”
“That’s good,” Rowen says. “At least he’s using it for good. So many of them don’t.”
“Especially lately,” Ivy says, her voice dropping. She turns to Justice. “How is everyone in your pack doing anyway? I can’t believe it’s been six months since your mom died.”
