Chapter 11
***Ethan***
My heart pounds in my ears. My heavy breathing—or panting
would be a better word—inflates and deflates my chest at an alarming rate. Look
at me! Lurking in the woods like a common stalker. I arrest people for less
than what I’m doing now. I can’t help it, though; I needed to see her. She
almost saw me, too. It’s a good thing I’m fast. I circle the house, watching
her move inside. She’s so beautiful, so graceful. A lump rises in my throat as
she removes her robe. She stretches her hands above her head, and the T-shirt she’s
wearing rides up, making her bare legs glisten in the light from her lamp. I
see a hint of her underwear and almost howl in desperation. Then, I sense
another wolf heading my way. Charlie. I assume the dominant posture, tail up,
legs stiff, ears erect and forward. In this form, our communication is
telepathic, so I address him without turning around.
What are you doing here, Charlie?
I’m your beta, where else would I be?
This doesn’t concern you.
You can’t be here, Ethan.
I spin to face him, my anger rising.
You think I don’t know that? I changed, and I didn’t even
know where I was going until I got here. I’ve always been able to control him,
but….
I turn back around, desperate to catch one last glimpse of
her, but her lights are out.
Let’s go, Ethan.
Head down, I quietly follow behind him.