Page 70 of Mated to the Wolves

“More informative,” I say.

“Hmmm. The spell I’m looking at is complicated.” I look up and find his dark brows drawn together.

“What does it do?” I ask, genuinely interested. My concern allows him burrow past my defenses.

There’s something special about this man.

“That’s the problem, it doesn’t say. I know it’s an initiation for Fenrir’s children, but what that means exactly is vague,” he says.

I frown.

“Wouldn’t be very secretive if they spelled it out.” He winks.

I snicker. “I suppose that’s true. Makes me wary to use it.”

“Let me see it.” I set my book aside on the side table, and hold out my hand.

He stands and I admire the flex of his muscles under the black henley. The sun streaming through the window makes his mocha skin glow. Kirk has the build of a boxer.

I can’t help but wonder what’s under those layers of clothing. Even the jeans mold to his thick thighs.

A tingle in my belly has me rerouting my thoughts. I take the book and look down.

“Oh.” The rainbow-colored aura enchants me.

“What?” Kirk studies me with a curious stare.

“There’s latent power here.” I run my finger over the glowing greenish-blue triangle in the cover.

“I think those are symbols meant for Fenrir’s blood only. A way for us to determine if it’s a legitimate copy, maybe?”

“Well, that’s smart,” Kirk says.

“I think we’d be safe to do this.”

“Even if we don’t know how it affects you.” His brow furrows. “I’m not a fan of taking risks with precious things.”

Memories of the dream of desolation the shinning sword aiming for my neck, flooded my senses.

“Yes. We don’t have time for hesitation.”

“Okay. I can get my hands on most of the ingredients for the ritual, but there are some I need to forage.”

“Field trip?” I perk up eager to leave the house and rest my eyes after hours of intense research.

“Yes.” He pauses. “But it’s conditional.”

“Why?”

“Because it affects more than just me.”

I want to uncover his secrets and help him carry the burden weighing so heavily on him.

I arch an eyebrow, intrigued. What secrets is the quiet man holding on to? “I’m listening.”

“I have my sources.”

“What’s that mean, Kirk?” I’m sick of being left in the dark about him.

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