Page 187 of His White Moonlight
She snorted.“Maybe outwardly, but not inwardly.I’m betting he watches the way your boobs bounce in that sports bra, and he’s probably hoping he doesn’t trip over his hard-on.Have you noticed it?”
Ialmost tripped.
“What?No!What is wrong with you?”
She laughed until tears streamed down her face, but she never lagged behind.Not even a little.
“What’s the point of this run, by the way?Are you worried about your weight or something?I hear humans obsess like that.”
“I’m rethinking our friendship.”
“That’s a lie.Seriously, though, you’re running all out.Humans usually do that when they’re training.Are you training?”
“Sort of.Bennett asked me to go to the pack run with him.”
“Oh.”She said it with all the tone ofbless your heart.“You’re not going to try to actually keep up with the run, are you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.I just want to be fast enough to reach a tree to climb.”
“You do know that we can climb trees, too, right?”
“Yep.In human form.Shifting takes time, which I’d use to my advantage by screaming my head off for Bennett.”
I felt her glance at me.
“You think something is going to happen, don’t you?”
“I’ve been home for three weeks.In that time, I’ve been thrown to the ground, tripped, held by the throat against the wall, bruised against the bathroom door—not holding any grudges about that one, by the way—drugged, and almost raped.And that was all while under the Wulfs’ considerable protection.You’re as crazy as Bennett if you think somethingwon’thappen.”
We completed the first lap around the park, but neither of us slowed.
“Did you tell him?”
“I did better than tell him.I made a deal.If I’m hurt maliciously, he has to stop sabotaging my attempts to meet his terms for the other deal we made.”
“The one for living alone at University?”
“Yeah.”
“And he agreed?”
“Of course he did.He’s positive that he’s all the protection I need.If that were true, I wouldn’t still wake up screaming once a month.”
Her gait faltered.
“Does screaming yourself awake have to do with the villain in your origin story?”
I hesitated for only a second before nodding.
“Are you ever going to tell me the full story?”
“Maybe.”
“Can I get a little hint today?”
“She knows how to hurt people without leaving a physical mark.Suffocation using a wet blanket.No hands to struggle against that might leave bruises.”
Miranda didn’t say anything for the rest of that lap.
