in
those two words.
He drew his eyebrows together. “Your kind?”
Rol ing her eyes, she ducked out from under him,
refusing to have this conversation. There was no point.
She’d heard him tel ing his friends what he thought about
her al those years ago. Owen would never settle down with
a feline. No, a wolf was the only kind of shifter he’d ever
mate with. It didn’t matter that they were best friends—that
she had fal en completely in love with him—he hadn’t
viewed her as good enough.
But he wouldn’t let her off that easily. Grasping her upper
arm, he tugged her close. “What the hel are you talking
about?”
She jerked her arm, to no avail. “Save it! I heard
everything you had to say about me when we were
teenagers.” She shoved at his muscular chest but he didn’t
budge.
Stil , his grip lessened. “What?”
“You told me to meet you at our special place on my
birthday.” God, she could feel heat pricking her eyes but
she angrily blinked away the traitorous tears. “I was a little
early but I heard everything you said to your pack mates.
About how I wasn’t that important to you. How you’d never
settle down with a feline, as if the very thought of mating
with me was disgusting .”
Owen completely dropped his hand. “Is that why you
stopped talking to me?”
She’d never wanted to have this conversation with him. It
was too painful and it didn’t matter now, anyway. “What do
you think?”
He scrubbed both hands over his face and took a step
back from her. When he final y looked at her again, shame
burned bright in his blue eyes. “I was a seventeen-year-old
kid. My pack mates found the quilt, cake and candles I’d set
up for your birthday and…” He cursed low under his breath.
“I was embarrassed they caught me doing that for a girl. I
just wanted to get them off my back. I didn’t mean any of
it…I was a stupid kid. I’m sorry, Gabriela. So damn sorry.”
He might have been younger, but he’d been her best
friend. His words had sliced her deeper than anything
before or since. They’d made her feel like she wasn’t good
enough, like what they’d shared had al been some dirty
secret because of her bloodline. “You might have been a
stupid kid, but you were also my best friend. You should
have had my back.” She opened the front door and
stepped outside, already pul ing away from him in more
ways than one. She needed physical space to get
emotional distance. It was the only way she could keep her
head on straight. “If you think you can restrain your pack
from kidnapping or kil ing me, I’d like to go back and get my
rental truck and head home. I’m going to talk to my family
about what’s going on. I know no one in my family would kil
innocent humans but I’l see if they know more about this
than they’ve let on to you.”
“Gabriela—”
She shifted to her jaguar form. The shirt she’d been
wearing shredded, but she didn’t care. Owen could try to
talk to her al he wanted, but it wouldn’t do him much good
while she was an animal.
He stared down at her for a long moment, annoyance on
his handsome face. Growling under his breath, he stripped
off his jeans and underwent the change. Once he was a
wolf—a gorgeous al -white wolf she hadn’t seen in years—
he yipped at her and tilted his head in the direction of his
pack’s land, tel ing her to fol ow.
As long as they didn’t have to talk, that was fine with her.
The sooner she got her truck and got off his land, the better.
Chapter 3
Owen hated the overwhelming disappointment he
experienced as he and Gabriela neared his cabin. Not
surprising, al of his pack mates who’d been out patrol ing
had given them a lot of space. At least his brother had
followed those orders. Ethan was young and more than
impetuous and Owen planned to punish him, but right now
al he could focus on was Gabriela’s tantalizing scent.
After he’d kissed her, tasted