Page 35 of A Surprise Baby for the Wolf Shifter

I watched in horror as she batted at Weylan who stood staring at her with the same stern face as before.

Why wasn’t he running away or back inside? Why did he seem like he half-expected this?

He said something to her I couldn’t hear. My ears were plugged up and the only thing I could listen to was the sound of my own heartbeat swooshing through my ears.

The mountain lion batted at Weylan a few more times before setting her sights on the door. She crouched down, preparing to launch herself at the door. Weylan tried to grab the cat, but she refused to budge and he couldn’t knock her off course.

And then, with horror, he changed too. Only this time, he turned into a large, enchanting wolf with grey fur and massive paws and teeth. He set his gaze on the mountain lion trying to claw her way into the house.

Weylan pounced on the cat, catching her attention, and pulling her away from the cabin with his teeth.

The two wild animals started wrestling and fighting barely two feet from the door. Tooth and claws scraped and sank into skin. Blood matted their furs. Growls and roars filled the air immediately outside the window and the only thing separating me from them was a thin piece of glass.

I shook my head, unsure of what to believe. Maybe I was the crazy one and this was finally my psychotic break.

That had to be it. I had gone crazy.

Time slipped from me. My eyes became unfocused as the two beasts duked it out before my eyes. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually, the mountain lion took off with her tail between her legs. Weylan briefly cast his gaze toward the window before returning to the man that had captured my attention and impregnated me unexpectedly.

I barely registered the door opening seconds after he disappeared from my immediate sight.

“Gemma,” he said, softly trying to soothe me. “Are you alright?”

His hand touched me. It was enough to pull me back to the present. I set my eyes on him and I screamed. I took several steps back, nearly tripping over my feet and putting distance between the two of us. I held out my hands and shouted, “Stay away from me!”

“I was going to ask how long you had been standing at the window, but I suppose your reaction answers that question,” he said, sounding deflated.

I didn’t care.

This was too much, too fast.

I had lost my mind.

He took another step closer to me.

I shook my head. “No. Don’t come near me. Don’t touch me.”

He backed off and stood staring at me solemnly. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Sorry wasn’t going to cut it though. Sorry wasn’t even enough to scratch the surface of what was going through my head, to explain what happened, or what I just witnessed.

I had never wanted to run away more in my life.

14

WEYLAN

For my sixteenth birthday party, my parents decided to celebrate with a barbeque. Friends and family were coming. It was a big deal for me, and I was excited because they got me a car. They didn’t realize that I had already found out about it and had been trying hard to keep it a secret. But I had overheard a phone conversation my mother was having, and she let it slip.

But the night before the fateful day, the cramps started.

“Maybe it was a bad piece of meat?” my mother said. “We can take him to the doctor in the morning.”

My father agreed as they both stood on the other side of the bedroom door as I writhed in my bed. It had taken both of them to help me upstairs and to my room.

“We might have to cancel the party,” my dad said. “Do it next weekend.”

I was pouring sweat, and my insides felt like they were being ripped apart in a blender. I didn’t care so much about the car because I thought I was dying.

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