Page 85 of The Howl
“Creeping around in the dark. That’s what we werewolves are known for. That, and chasing girls dressed in red.”
I glanced down at myself.
“I’m wearing green.”
“I thought you might want to go change for me.”
His humor in the face of my troubles irritated me.
“Do you ever take anything seriously?”
His expression sobered.
“Yes. What’s wrong?”
“I have an insane, sex-obsessed mother, and she’s staying here. I hate my life and wish I had my mark so I could just leave this place.”
He stepped over the bench and sat beside me.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“Don’t be. None of it’s your fault.”
“Fault doesn’t matter when someone I care about is hurting. Want to talk about whatever’s going on?” He bumped me lightly then stilled and sniffed.
I glanced at him.
“Is that you?” he asked, leaning in and sniffing again.
A flash flood of heat consumed my face when his nose almost touched my chest. He inhaled deeply. He didn’t pull back when he tilted his head to look up at me.
“What is that smell?” he asked.
I could barely think with his face so close to mine. Dirty thoughts filled my head, and my pulse skipped several beats.
“Eliana?” he said softly. “What happened?”
I planted my palm over his face and pushed him away. He chuckled and sat again.
“One of my many problems happened. You know about the goblin at Megan’s. Well, he arrived with a brownie. A fourteen-month-old brownie who can’t stop touching himself and makes me dream of skunks making babies.”
Fenris snorted a laugh, which he quickly smothered with a swipe of his hand.
“Please, continue.”
“It’s far from funny. He saw me naked in the shower more times than I care to recall.”
“Naked?”
“Very.”
“Lucky little flitter.”
“More than you know. This last time, I hit him with water and he fell right between my…well, he was so excited by it he exploded.”
Fenris arched a brow at me.
“Exploded?”
