Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,86

belly next to a familiar wolf, who has already dropped to my side.

It’s Leiza on four legs with that polished, perfectly groomed, shiny fur.

She wags her tail next to me so fast I’m half worried she’s going to piss herself in excitement when she sees me on my stomach.

My eyes flick back to Emit, who’s gaze collides with mine at the same time. He freezes, as though finding me on my belly is shocking and startling to him.

He takes one step toward me, but stops, his nostrils flaring, as I remain in place. After holding my gaze for a moment longer, he tips his head back, and another howl is wrenched from his throat.

This one comes out like one of those beautiful, melancholy pieces, especially when a chorus of similar howls follow his lead, punctuating the breathtaking wolf symphony.

I’m so spellbound, mesmerized, and lost in the moment, that I almost leap out of my skin when Leiza nudges me. She howls, all while nudging me again.

Never one to miss out on the fun, I figure why the hell not. If she’s directing me to do it, then I’m only going to assume it won’t be offensive to the rest of the pack.

Without hesitating any longer, I tip my head back, and I howl the best I can, which…is terrible. So terrible.

I mess up the entire beauty of their moment, and all the wolves stop howling at once to look over at me. Including Emit.

Leiza whimpers the way she only does when she’s embarrassed, she and covers her face up with her front paws.

“I’m so sorry. I really am. Please continue. I promise not to do it again,” I assure them, feeling my entire body burning and flushing, as I die a little on the inside.

I’m not sure if this hits the lead spot on the extensive list of times I’ve been mortified, but it’s certainly edging toward the top ten.

I glare over at Leiza, who still has her face covered.

Traitor.

When I look back, Emit’s eyes are laughing at me, and the other wolves lift their heads to resume their beautiful symphony once more.

Leiza joins in, deliberately avoiding meeting my eyes. I spot Tiara in wolf form, moving toward us, as several other wolves move off their bellies and onto their feet.

Emit tips his head back once more, and changes the tune of the howls. They’re longer, deeper, and more suspenseful for a brief moment.

Shadows appear in the thick forest. Wolf shadows.

The pack lurches forward, the howls turning into excited barks and whines, as they sprint to meet the shadows in the distance. Leiza remains by my side, even as Emit joins the others.

“Go. Find Fay and anyone else you’ve missed. I don’t want to intrude too much, so I’ll hang back and observe from a respectable distance,” I say quietly.

Without any farther delay, she darts off, barking just as excitedly, tail wagging, as she charges through the woods with more carefree abandon than I’ve ever seen her use.

“You too,” I tell the wolves behind me, who are all being really quiet.

All of my other favorite wolf omegas chase after Leiza, their barks high-pitched and giddy. Even Ingrid is with them, in her wolf form I’ve only ever seen a time or two, as they race by.

I’ve never seen them so free.

A smile tugs at my lips once again, as I turn and move through the forest, studying the scene before me. I can’t really see that well, but I can tell enough about what’s going on.

It’s sacred and private, because they’ve all got their guards completely down for this moon.

It’s the exact opposite of what the full moon usually does to them.

I wish this was their monthly reward, instead of the feral monthly curse.

He worried I was hunting his wolf spirits, once upon a time. He was fiercely protective of even his dead.

He said they return to their human roots after dying. At some point, they must return to their wolf homes, though. Being a wolf is just as important to many of them, as being a vampire is to Shera.

“Are you looking for your boyfriend’s furry tail?” Anna asks as she joins me at my side, startling me once again.

“I hate it when you do that,” I remind her.

“Since I’ve been back, you’ve been a total bitch to me,” Anna says on a mock sad sigh.

Giving her a dry look, I emotionlessly respond, “Because now I know who you are. You’re not Anna, the friendly neighborhood ghost. And when