Never Kiss a Wolf(10)

By: Eliza Gayle

"I think we need to. If the thought of someone showing up looking for a missing shifter spooked you, I need to know why."

"Why? I am nobody. Nothing to you."

He grabbed her arms and pulled her tight, forcing her to look at him. "You aren't nobody. I don't know what the hell goes on in this town or what it's like where you come from, but women like you are precious and you damn sure deserve to believe that."

Tears sprang to her eyes at the fierce, almost scary determination stamped across his face. He had no idea and if he did he wouldn't be so anxious to be this close to her.

She came from a long line of stubborn, temperamental and unsophisticated bears who preferred to live in the past than in the present. If he thought this apartment was bad then the tiny shack she called home for the first twenty-two years of her life would disgust him.

"I need a glass of wine before this goes any further." She wriggled free from his hold and walked into the tiny kitchen in the corner of her one bedroom apartment. The place wasn't really that bad. In fact to her it was a palace.

Someone just needed to get off his high horse.

She reached into the cupboard and grabbed a paper cup. "Do you want some too?" she asked.

"Sure," he grumbled.

"I'd offer for you to have a seat and maybe watch some television, but ever since the cable guy came to hook me up I haven't been able to figure out how to use it. The remote control has so many buttons that none of it makes sense. I gave up on it the first night." Yes, she was rambling. But having this man in her apartment unnerved her. And made her want to squirm.

If he wasn't hunting her then why was he here? Her bear pushed at her skin. And why the hell did her inner beast keep wanting to get at him?

She grabbed the box of white wine from the fridge and placed it on the counter and pushed the valve open until both cups were full.

"You don't know how to use a remote?"

She looked up and found him holding it up in her direction. Why did that sound so shocking? Did no one else find these things confusing?

"It's a lot of buttons."

He looked down at the piece of plastic in his hand and then back at her, a funny look crossing his face. He then placed it down on top of the television and walked over to her.

Relieved that conversation had ended, she handed him the cup of wine. Except like the remote, he looked at the cup and back at her again like he didn't understand what was happening.

Good. That made two of them. She took a sip of wine that ended up being three gulps because she was so damned nervous. She needed to relax.

Yes, the bear whispered in her head. Relax and let the man take care of you. It's what we need.

Lily choked on her drink, making some of it go down the wrong pipe. When she erupted in a fit of coughing that burned her throat, Greer took the cup and led her to the couch.

"Sit. I think it's time to tell me about Alaska."


Greer had to tamp down the rage building inside him at the thought of his Lily living in a place like this or maybe worse if what he suspected about her home in Alaska was true.

That's right, he admitted to himself. His. Whether he understood it or not, one Ms. Lily Hale had become his somewhere in the last twelve hours. Maybe from the moment he laid eyes on her. Crazy outfit and strange behaviors and all.

So what if his mate was quirky? It was kind of adorable. The wolf rumbled his approval. Finally on the same page as his inner animal, it was time to get to the bottom of this woman's problems. It sounded like she had a safety issue and if he was going to make sure nothing ever happened to her he needed to know everything.

"There's not that much to tell."

He doubted that. She lived in this shitty apartment and drank wine from a box like it was the most normal thing in the world. That led him to believe it was a step up from her previous life.

"Spill it, babe. I can't protect you if I don't know what's going on."

"I don't need you to protect me." She took several steps away from him and it took all of his willpower not to stop her.

Kid gloves. He needed to use them. Skittish was an understatement.

"Why would someone be looking for you? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

She compressed her lips into a thin line, making it obvious she didn't want to talk.

"I'm not here to judge you. Whatever it is, no matter how bad it is, I'm still going to protect you."

"You're not going to let this go until I tell you something, are you?"

His head nearly exploded with the frustration burning inside him. "Not just something, babe. The truth and every ounce of it."

"You're exhausting," she said.

Greer felt the tips of his lips curve up in a slight smile as some of the tension inside him eased. "I'm persistent."