as we get a little closer we get a little more idea if this is something more to wet the apatite!!
The wolf cried. A howling wrenching sound that pulled at the heart of everyone who heard it. Pricked tears up into the eyes and made the strongest of men bat their lashes in order to dispel the moisture.
It was a sound that no one
ever wanted to hear. It spoke of pain, heartbreak and the missing part of
themselves, an important part, the one that should always be near.
It was the sound a person
heard at a funeral of wolves. Where the grief would build up and the need to
say good-bye chocked in the throat, made anger and sadness mix together to
create a type of pain that could only be soothed with noise. Lots of noise.
The sorrow continued. A
sopping drip of loneliness that circled around and around tightened up the
chest and punched the stomach making it hard to breath, to think, to be
anything but the misery one found themselves in.
The whimpers, however, were
worse, heard only in the still of night when no other noise came near. They
were the part that made Shad sadder to hear even from himself. They made him
circle in on himself, made them both his and the person he missed the most, the
person who should have been here with him. But no, that one person left—left
him this pathetic shell of a wolf who couldn’t suck the pain up enough to pull
the human half back and allow him to search.
He should have been
searching, but after nine days, he’d had a moment of self-pity that allowed his
wolf to escape and turn him into this ball of endless misery.
The worse part of it all was
that Ben’s smell had started to fade making it impossible to move off the bed.
He didn’t want to come back and find it gone. Didn’t want to miss out on a
moment of the smell, because he had no hope that Ben would be back, that he’d
be missing Shad as Shad was him. Had no guarantee, no understanding of anything
but the fact that his mate was missing and he didn’t know where to find him.
That sucked, because he
should have been able to. Shad should have smelt Ben as he stepped outside
Shad’s rooms, as he walked down the hall and then out the door. Shad should
have been able to track him clear across town,—across states but there had been
nothing. Ben had slipped out of his rooms and vanished as if he hadn’t been
there. If it weren’t for the smell of his sheets and the missing part of his
soul screaming behind his ribcage he’d have thought he’d dreamed the whole
night.
However, Ben had been here.
They had mated in a small or large way, Shad wasn’t sure anymore, he didn’t
know anything anymore. Wasn’t sure what part of the night he’d enchanted to
which parts he’d just not paid attention too. He wasn’t clear on the parts Ben
loved to be touched, on his sounds, his expressions. Everything inside his head
could have been an illusion of what Shad wanted to believe rather than facts of
the night and it was that which had him most annoyed at himself.
Worse then everything else
was the throbbing pain that hit in that empty spot, as if something outside
himself were in pain, was suffering in ways they shouldn’t have been. Though
Shad had convinced himself the feeling was just him missing Ben. His wolf
understood it as his mate needed him and the fact that he had no idea where Ben
was had him wanting to rip off his own paws in frustration.
Ben’s Wolf Surprise
(Second Pack of Cameron)
Out on 1st of September 2015
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Paranormal m-preg Romance
There’s something unsettling
in having to tell a one-night stand that you’re pregnant with his child, when
you yourself are a man, it gets…let’s call it complicated.
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