pack, I’ve been captivated by him. It’s also why I’ve stayed away from him.
Sure, I talk to Whit. However, I never allow myself close enough to touch him. Not even a brush of our fingers in passing. The urge would be too strong. That need inside me to reach out and discover if he’s someone special to me. Someone who would change my life. And I can’t do that yet. Not with my brother still out there. Caiden has to come first. It’s only been him on my radar all these years. At least, until I met Whit.
Whit’s wolf doesn’t bother nudging mine or touching him in any way. Somehow, my wolf is on the same page as I am at the moment. I’m not foolish enough to think my wolf doesn’t feel something for the male beside him. Wolves run on pure instinct. They don’t let emotions get in the way.
Whit’s wolf yips then turns and runs down the mountain. My wolf decides to give chase. No, I may not be ready to find out who he is to us, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate his company, even if I’m not the one in control at the moment.
Down the ridge we go until we break through the tree line and run toward the pack house. With the doors a few feet away, my wolf lets me take over and initiate the shift. Whit’s wolf does the same.
Tall, lithe, with platinum blond hair and light blue eyes, Whitlock Raines is a stunning male. One who causes my heart to speed up and my palms to sweat. He doesn’t let his fae side show. I’m sure that’s from having to hide who he is for so long. I’d love to see him that way, though. See how beautiful he’d look with that ethereal glow and pointed ears.
“Thanks for the run,” I tell him then turn toward the house.
I have to meet Sol. While I’m currently telling myself that as an excuse to get away from Whit, I’ll remember the joy and utter contentment for the rest of the day that my wolf felt running alongside his. It’s the same every time. This isn’t the first time they’ve run together. And it always messes with my head.
2
Whitlock
Running beside Cam, my wolf comes alive. It’s as if all my insecurities fade away. Nothing matters but my wolf being near Cam’s. But Camden doesn’t know how I feel. And I’ve never gone into his head to see how, if anything, he feels about me. I won’t. I couldn’t handle the disappointment of knowing he simply sees me as a packmate.
After everything that happened with my mom, it was hard for me to talk to anyone. Four months have passed since then. Four months of coming to terms with the fact that I have no living blood relatives. I do have a family. The pack has been there for me every single day, especially Titus and Imogen. Plus, I have Caspian. In the darkness of that day, Caspian was there with his arms around me, holding me tight. Ever since then, he’s been in my life.
Caspian is aware of my sexuality. He read it in my mind. I’m sure others have too, but if they did, they haven’t said anything to me and for that I’m grateful. It’s not something that’s easy for me to talk about. It also shouldn’t be a big deal, but since I spent my life hiding that I was fae, spilling any kind of secret is hard. Not that I liked it, but I did what I thought was necessary.
The pack will accept me when I finally come out to them. At least, I hope. Some days I think I’ll tell them. Others, I think it’s the best idea in the world to never say a word about it.
I’m not the only one in the pack who’s gay. Sawyer is mated to another male. There are others in the pack who are unmated and don’t stay quiet about which gender they prefer. There are some who don’t see gender at all. Male, female, it doesn’t matter. Cam is one of them. He finds someone who he wants to be with for one night. He doesn’t hide anything about his sexuality. I wish I were as strong as he is.
I enter the pack house and go to the spacious living room, dropping down on one of the couches. It’s quiet. No one else is in here. Then Caspian appears