She nodded again, not making her lie audible.
He tipped her face to his with a fist under her chin.
“I have to do something. I’ll be back in a short while. My family will take care of you while I’m gone.”
Sonia nodded again.
He bent his neck and placed his temple against hers.
“We’ll have a beautiful life, you and me. I’ll see to it.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
He squeezed her tight then he let her go.
Then he was gone.
She stared into the space he’d just occupied, her mind blank.
From afar, she heard his deep voice say, “Let’s run,” and then she heard the answering, amused, “Fuck, yeah.”
And she thought, because he was different maybe she could even tell him she was different. He above all would understand. He would never make her feel weird.
Then her mind filled with memories of hundreds of dreams of her handsome wolf.
Her “lifemate”.
Her destiny.
And those dreams…
Her dreams...
In some magical way, those dreams foretold her future of a beautiful, strong man who would hold her and tease her and accept her and make her feel loved.
She closed her eyes as gladness washed over her.
Then she realized in an unwelcome intrusion on her unbound joy that she had to use the bathroom.
She was finished and had a hand on the handle of the bathroom door when she heard the murmuring voices, voices that were talking outside.
She stilled at what she heard and listened.
“…Callum nuts?” an incredulous man asked.
“Caleb,” Regan replied.
“No, seriously, Regan, is he nuts?” Caleb repeated.
“You can never know who you’ll be attracted to.”
“A monk would be attracted to Sonia, she’s f**king seriously pretty,” Caleb returned and, understanding these words (and hoping she did not), Sonia’s body went solid. “Not to mention, she’s pretty freaking funny,” Caleb finished.
“You know your brother’s tastes don’t tend to stray down Sonia’s way.”
“Even so, it’s nuts. Did you see her?”
“I saw her.”