Page 53 of Ravenous

I gasped, having one more thing make sense. “That’s why Soraya sniffed me!”

Wes’ lips turned up for a second. “Yes. She was seeing if you were a wolf.”

“She’s a wolf–Remy had said that after Soraya came by that night, but I didn’t understand what she meant.”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“So that means Remy’s a wolf.”

“Yes. But she won’t shift until puberty.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Amazing.”

I didn’t know why Wes had thought I’d freak out. I couldn’t be more thrilled. It was like finding out magic was real.

Wes glanced over at me. “You think it’s amazing?”

“I think it’s incredible.” I remembered how he looked as a giant black wolf. “You’re incredible.”

“You’re not over there losing your shit while faking being okay?”

I laughed. He had me all figured out. “No, not faking. Should I be losing my shit?”

“No, honey. Well, there are a couple of things I haven’t explained yet.”

“Only a couple?”

It was his turn to laugh, which was a rich, deep sound I loved. “Fine. A lot more than–”

I gasped as I had a lightbulb moment. “You heal quickly, don’t you?”

He flicked his gaze to mine then back on the road. “Yes. That was why I panicked with you up on your roof. If I fell off, it’d hurt like a bitch, but I’d be fine in a matter of minutes. If something happened to you–fuck. I’d never forgive myself.”

“That’s why Remy’s little cut healed up!”

He turned to look at me, confused.

“That night I watched Remy, she was doing clay, and she poked herself with one of my tools. There was a little blood, but it healed before I could even find BandAids in your bathroom.”

“I don’t have any.”

Huh. That must be nice.

We pulled into his driveway and parked. The silence of the night settled over us.

I looked to Wes. He looked to me.

There was something different in the air now. Not a scent or anything but a feeling. Knowing his huge secret, I felt like we were closer. Like there were less barriers between understanding each other. Between knowing who we really were.

“What are the things you haven’t explained yet?” I asked. I wanted to know everything.

Things with Wes were new, but I was already committed. Everything about him felt right, including his adorable daughter and that wonderful group of people I’d spent the evening with.

“What Marina mentioned–about marking you as my forever mate?” His voice was tentative, as if broaching a tricky subject.

“Yeah, what does that mean?”

“Wolf shifters can have what you would call normal relationships. They can date. Some follow human traditions and legally marry. They have families–all that. But there’s also the potential for finding their fated mate–what you might call ‘the one.’”

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