Page 114 of Ice Wolf
“Um, were the kids shifters?”
“Some,” Father answered. “But over time that occurred less often.”
A huge lump had formed in my throat, so large I grabbed my mother’s glass of iced tea, since I’d just barreled into the room to face what now I considered impending doom. After gulping two swallows, I consumed the rest of the liquid.
My head ached.
My vision was cloudy.
The lump remained.
“What does this mean?” I was certain if I really wanted the answer.
Dad laughed. “Nothing really. I doubt you have enough Weathers blood in you to be able to shift.”
A tic formed in the corner of my mouth. “Does that mean you’ve… shifted before?”
His grin widened. “Only once, an experience that was both freeing and terrifying.” He acted like what I’d just asked mademe off my rocker. “But your grandfather has several times. It’s truly a beautiful sight to see.”
Hold on. He really believed that bones breaking, teeth changing into canines, and skin erupting so fur could take its place was beautiful?
“Mom. What about you? I take it you’re human?” Another question I was shocked I was even asking.
“Not exactly.” I sensed she didn’t want to elaborate.
“Incidentally, the other player you mentioned,” Dad started.
“Rocco.”
“Yes, he’s from a very virile pack out of New York. They have more purebloods in their line. Rocco is likely experiencing mating season. He’s eager to rut and that’s making him lose control. Try and stay away from him. He won’t care if you’re a true mate or not. He’ll simply take what he needs from you.”
My mouth was hanging open. “Rut?”
Seeing my mother’s face shift to a dull shade of crimson was bad enough. The images in my mind were significantly worse.
Maybe I could go into a coma and wake up in a new century. “I’ll keep that in mind. One last question. Does that mean the two of you were mates?”
“Technically, yes. However, your mother and I fell madly in love. We still are.”
Mother peered up at him with absolute lust replacing the earlier embarrassment.
My God. They were making googly eyes at each other.
I was so doomed.
“Saint is my mate?” I no longer recognized my voice. How was this possible? Had my parents been doing acid or something?
“If you feel such a strong connection, then likely so. We’ll know for certain when we see the two of you together. I can tell you’re shocked, but it’s perfectly normal.” Now my mother was trying to justify that beasts of the night walked amongst the living?
“Great,” I whispered.
“I will warn you if you are intended mates, the cravings will increase for both of you now that you’ve found each other,” she continued.
“Will I go crazy or something if I don’t do this mating thing?”
Daddy patted me on the leg. “No, you’ll suffer and there will never be a man who’ll be able to satisfy you, but you’ll be okay.”
“And Saint?”
