Page 35 of Love That Sass

“Do you know what happens to a Wolf who doesn’t claim his fated mate? He loses his fucking mind, Cole. I can’t take not knowing. Gwen deserves to know what she is to me, and I deserve to know if I have a shot at this,” Weylin snarled, rejecting everything Derrick and all the rest of them had told him from the beginning.

“Stop! Wait! Is this all true?” Gwen asked, interrupting the two snarling Wolves.

Cole was still in Weylin’s face, and he was growling at him. The bastard was at the same dominance level as him, and if he didn’t back off, they were bound to scuffle.

Stop. Dangerous.

“You can’t tell her about us man!”

“She’s already seen, Cole! It’s not a fucking secret anymore. Now, let’s take it outside or you need to walk the fuck away,” he grunted.

Weylin’s Wolf was pissed off. Here was this asshole, grabbing onto his t-shirt collar and starting all kinds of shit just inches away from Weylin’s mate. He could smell her anxiety and emotions, and it was making him even madder. He wrapped both hands around Cole’s wrists and shoved the man away.

“Weylin, think man,” Cole growled.

“I am thinking.”

“You are threatening to out us all over some human, man—”

That was as far as Cole got. Weylin had enough of that fucking word, he punched his friend right in the jaw, just as the sound of glass smashing and the scent of whiskey filling the air.

“Stop it! Both of you!”

What the fuck? Weylin and Cole both turned to see petite and curvy Gwen waving a broken bottle at the two of them. Eyebrows raised, the two males separated, hands in the air. Shit. He didn’t mean to scare her, but his Wolf was out of sorts, and Cole was pushing him too far.

“Whoa! Easy now, baby, why don’t you set that down on the desk, so no one gets hurt,” Weylin suggested.

“Call me crazy, but I feel better with it in my hand. Now, excuse me for beingsome human, but someone better tell me what the fuck is going on!” Gwendolyn shouted.

“Language,” Cole growled.

Weylin went to elbow him in the stomach, but the fucker dodged it. This was not at all how he’d imagined telling his mate about all this, but it looked like he had no choice.

“Cole, get the fuck out of here! Me and my mate need to talk.”

“But I think—”

“Stop thinking and go,” he growled.

“Weylin. Explain. Now.” Gwendolyn’s chest was heaving, but she was lowering her hand. That was progress.

“Shifters, that is what we are called, not Werewolves, exist, Gwen. I am one,” he said, eyeing the broken glass in her hand.

Her shoulders slumped as she absorbed his words, and with a shrug she threw the thing on the floor. Thank fuck. he was worried she would hurt herself.

“Okay. So, you are a Wolf Shifter?”

“Dire Wolf Shifter, actually. Our beasts are bigger, more powerful, older,” he murmured, carefully observing her as he spoke.

“So, Shifters exist. Dire Wolf Shifters. Are you alone? Are there others?”

“Like me? Derrick, of course, he is our Alpha. Sheila, Cole, Thor, and Phoenix.”

“Not Lucy?”

“Lucy is a Shifter, but not a Dire Wolf. She can tell you about that someday, maybe,” he explained.

Gwen just nodded. He had to hand it to her. She was taking this all really well. Any other woman might have broken down, needed a drink, a pill, a week’s paid vacation—but not Gwen. She just asked her questions and listened to his replies.

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