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Pursing my lips, I decided to come out with it. There was no point in dragging this out. I had tortured my girl enough. “Leandra, I’m a werewolf. Well, more like Liam, Isabella, and I are werewolves.” She stares back at me before she laughs, but there is no humor. “Excuse me?” She asks in disbelief.

“I know it sounds crazy, and you probably don’t believe me, but we are. I can prove it to you.” I nod at her trying to reach for her hand, but she flinches. Confusion covers her face, but I can see a hint of something else; I’m unsure what. “Are you trying to fuck with me? Because this isn’t funny, Carter?” She says her voice is barely audible.

Her eyes move from mine to Isabella's. “Are you?” She asks Isabella, her eyes begging her to tell her this is a joke, that we are trying to fuck with her. Isabella shuffles between her feet and shakes her head. “No, we aren’t.” She says eventually. “Carter is telling you the truth. We’re werewolves.”

“Show me, Carter. Prove it,” Leandra says harshly, standing up from the couch. She holds my gaze as we stand toe to toe. “Show me that you three are werewolves, then.” She air quotes the word werewolves with her fingers, then begins to walk out of the office laughing to herself, but again, there is no humor behind it. Storming out of the office, we all follow her toward the front door leading to the yard. “Werewolves,” she says quietly, shaking her head.

I don’t know how I expected this to go, but it wasn’t this. Her arms folded across her chest, and her eyes stared me down. I don’t know what she's thinking because it’s like she’s blocked me out of her mind. Knowing her and how insecure she gets, she probably thinks I’m using this as a reason to break things off. “Show me,” she demands, her eyes and face full of panic. Liam and Isabella step back from me, and I focus on shifting. My clothes shred, bones snap, and a growl escapes my lips. My gray wolf stands on four paws before Leandra. I hadn’t even noticed her falling onto the floor in shock.

Her eyes watch me with fear. Her little body shakes as she stares at me and her eyes are brimming with tears. I try to approach her as she reaches to touch me but then her eyes go heavy and she collapses down onto her back.

Fuck. What did I do?

Chapter twenty-three

Leandra

I feel something wet and cold pressed against my forehead. “She’s coming around,” I hear quietly. Fuck, the last thing I remember is trying to reach out to touch Carter, and then everything went black. Grunting, I shift on my back. This must all be a crazy nightmare that I’ll wake up from and we’ll both laugh about.

“Hey…Leandra,” I think that’s Carter’s voice. I open my eyes slowly, closing them when the bright light from the ceiling hurts my eyes. Carter removes the damp cloth from my forehead. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of sweats.

What the fuck is going on?

“Peach. Are you okay?” I grunt again. “I didn’t mean to scare you, baby,” Carter’s fingers trail down my cheek. Looking into his eyes, I notice how guilty he feels about what happened. Suddenly, everything that happened started coming back to me.

He’s a wolf. Carter shifted into a fucking wolf. My head starts to spin again.

“Here,” Isabella leans over as she hands Carter a water bottle. He smiles at her gratefully and thanks her. “Can you sit up?” Carter questions, and I nod slowly. He places one hand behind my neck and gently brings me up to sit. The hand that was once on my neck is now on my back, rubbing circles. “Drink this.” He says as he brings the water bottle up to my lips. I let the cold liquid slip down my throat and soothe my dry mouth.

Carter holds my gaze once I’m done drinking. “Are you feeling better?” He questions as he lays down beside me, taking me into his embrace. “I think so,” I say quietly. It’s the truth. Even though I saw what I saw, I love Carter. I should probably be scared. Crazy enough, I’m not. Being in his arms right now, I feel safer now more than ever but I feel so damn confused.

Isabella kneels before me, her hand reaching out to grab mine. I look up into her sympathetic eyes and see that she cares. “I know this is a lot to take in and process.” I nod at her words, looking between the three. Shifting myself so that I can face Carter. I look right at him, taking my hands and cupping his face. “I want to know more,” I ask him. “I want to know everything there is to know about werewolves,” I say, looking at each of them. “But, I need time to process this Carter. This in no way changes my feelings for you but I’m confused. I know you won’t hurt me but–,” I sigh not able to finish my sentence. “Carter. I’m sorry. I need time.” I say walking out feeling all sorts of things.

Later on that day I walk and walk until my brain feels numb from all the thinking.

It’s been a few days since I learned that Carter, Liam, and Isabella are werewolves. My mind is blown away. I was numb from all the thinking I have been doing since finding out the truth. Werewolves are real and I’m dating one.

My life has become a fiction shifter romance book. I always believed they only existed in books but I was wrong.

The grand opening for R & K Law and Associates is happening in a few days. I need to talk to Carter. We’ve texted and called but I haven’t seen him since that day and to be honest, I have been miserable. The first few hours after the initial shock and confusion wore off I was in fear of the unknown and I had so many questions. I park the car and exit taking a deep breath before I come face to face with Carter again.

The door opens before I can even knock revealing Carter.

“Can I touch you?” Carter questions hopefully. I can’t speak the words stuck in my throat. I just nod almost desperately. His arms snake around my body and he pulls me closer to him. I let out a deep sigh as soon as my chest makes contact with him. My hands snake around his waist as I breathe in his scent. Carter brushes his fingers up and down my spine. My grip around him gets tighter as we stay like this for a while holding each other none of us uttering a word.

“How did you know it was me?” I croak, my tired eyes flicking between his. Carter stares at me for a few moments. “I can sometimes hear your thoughts baby. I can feel if you're in danger, and my wolf can feel your fears,” he says honestly.

“How is that possible? I question.

“I don’t know, but it’s something werewolves can do with their packs and with their–,” Carter stops talking almost like he catches himself from saying something.

“Their what?” I question. He doesn’t answer and I choose to let it go for now.

Carter slips his hand into mine and cups the side of my cheek. “Are you okay?” He questions me, and I shrug. “I’m okay for someone who was just told their boyfriend and close friends are werewolves.” Carter sighs and leans closer to me. We walk inside the pack house and make our way inside Liam’s office where Liam and Isabella wait for us.

Here goes nothing.

Isabella sighs and then clears her throat. “Okay, well, Liam is the pack's leader, so we call him ‘Alpha.’ He deals with all important pack business and ensures peace between other packs.” My eyes land on Liam as he watches Isabella talk, and I can see he’s proud.

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