Page 6 of Silent Fire

It felt like chasing an Olympic runner. Noel zipped through the grass like it was nothing.

Tomas couldn’t keep up. He either had to shift or admit defeat.

Defeat wasn't his style, and if he didn’t catch Noel and calm him down, the human might keep running to the next county or even farther.

And Tomas would never see him again.

His wolf burst free, taking over the chase. It was a game to the wolf, a pure adrenaline rush. The wind rushed through its fur, tongue flopping, paws pounding the ground.

It caught up to Noel in no time.

The male screamed, falling on his ass and scooting backward through the grass. “Stay away from me!”

Tomas’s wolf pranced around Noel, tail wagging, eager to play. What the hell? Since when did his wolf want to play with anyone? It usually ignored any guy Tomas was interested in, but here it was, acting like a playful pup for Noel.

Not just playful.

It was showing off for him, flaunting its prowess.

Oh, hell no!

Tomas struggled to get his wolf to back down. It didn’t want to shift.

I’ll let you play later. First, I gotta calm Noel down.

The shift happened fast but grudgingly. His wolf wasn’t thrilled about being caged again. Not when the dumb beast wanted to keep prancing—

Tomas stared wide-eyed at the little blond while Noel gaped at him.

His wolf had chosen.

It hadn’t even known the damn human for a full day. The hell?

Wolves were stubborn and selective, always turning their noses up at almost everything.

Tomas ran a hand over his mouth, simply stunned.

“How…how…how did you…” Noel blinked several times at him. “What is going on in this town?”

Tomas glanced over at his mate. Mierda!

“I just saw a wolf the size of a pony prancing around me,” Noel said, gesturing at Tomas. “And now there’s a completely naked guy sitting in the grass. I’ve officially lost my mind.”

Tomas rose to his feet. He wasn’t trying to flaunt his nudity, just not wanting to sit on the grass and think about bugs crawling around.

“I’m a wolf shifter, and those assholes who attacked you were hyena shifters.”

His elegido was already in shock, so Tomas figured telling him the truth wouldn’t make things worse.

Noel’s eye twitched.

He stood up, pointed a finger at Tomas, opened his mouth, then shut it. He turned and started walking away.

“I’m done. I finally cracked. Took twenty-five years, but my brain finally broke,” he muttered to himself as he kept going.

Tomas’s gaze slid to Noel’s plump little ass.

“Not now, idiot,” he grumbled and followed his mate. “You gonna run again, Noel?”

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