Page 70 of The Tracker's Secret
Chapter 25
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ERIC WAS WAITING FORme in the same, bottom-floor room of his modern mansion. Like yesterday, he wore sweaty clothes that told me he’d already been through an intense workout of some kind. He stood with his hands behind his back.
I set my duffel bag down on the floor and greeted him.
He ignored my good morning and got right to business. “Any urges to shift since I last saw you?”
“Yeah,” I admitted with a wince.
“What caused it? Anger? Fear?”
“No. Um, it was... lust.”
He raised an eyebrow. “That’ll do it.”
Coming closer, he brought his hands forward, holding a strange contraption in one of them. I frowned at it. It looked like some sort of metal circlet with spikes on the inside.
“What the hell is that?” I demanded, taking a step back.
“Something that will help you remember what happens while you’re in your wolf form. Give me your wrist.”
It was my turn to put my hands behind my back. “No way. That looks painful.”
“That’s exactly the point.” His blue eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Nope. Not doing it.”
“Then our agreement is over. You have to do what I say.”
Shit, thatwasone of the conditions.
“Fine, but I want you to answer some questions first.”
“Pshaw,you don’t set the terms, little wolf.”
“Oh, yeah? Then I’ll tell Damien you’re not preparing me properly, the whole point is to train me to be a proper werewolf, and in order for me to do that, I need to understand stuff, so I have questions, and I need answers now.”
His chest rumbled and his upper lip twitched, flashing one fang. My heart skittered, and I fought the instinct to submit to him. I defiantly raised my chin and puffed my chest.
Eric held my gaze for a long moment, a blue light flashing in the depths of his pupils, his chest rumbling without interruption like a truck engine.
At last, he threw his hands up in the air. “Okay, fine. Ask your stupid questions.” He sank to the floor, crisscrossing his legs and setting the bracelet from hell on the carpeted floor.
