Healing Her Wolf: Paranormal Werewolf Romance Read Online Free Page B

with.” Her eyes met his for a moment, then she looked away, glancing at the rest of him, now covered by the sheet, and then at the open door.
    The fact that she was this worried about him, even though she was confused and close to panicking made him love her even more. “Hey, I’m fine,” he told her quietly, reaching out slowly to take her hand. “Do you need to see for yourself to make sure?”
    She looked down at their entangled hands, then nodded. “Yes. We have a first-aid kit in the bathroom, I can go get it.”
    She clearly needed a moment to herself, which was understandable. “Sure, to be on the safe side.” He released her hand, and watched her go.
     
    *
     
    She stood in the bathroom, clutching the edges of the sink and staring at herself in the mirror. “There is a werewolf in your bedroom.” No, saying it out loud definitely didn’t make it sound any saner. Somehow, she would’ve preferred it if he had been a creepy burglar instead. Had she lost it? Had she somehow done drugs and not known about it? Was this a really weird dream?
    She opened the tap and splashed some water on her face. Okay, there was a werewolf in her bedroom, and he might be injured. She had brought him here, so she should make sure he really was fine. She briefly imagined the Williamses finding a naked man in their shed this morning, and briefly giggled despite herself.
    “Come on, Maddy, get a grip. Stranger things have happened, right?” she muttered, opening the cupboard under the sink to grab the first-aid kit, along with a damp washcloth and a towel. She just couldn’t think of anything stranger than werewolves existing at the moment. What else existed? Where did this guy come from? What was even his name ? Were there more werewolves? A million and one questions swirled through her head when she returned to her room.
    The werewolf smiled, his hazel eyes warm when he looked at her. “Hi.”
    She found herself smiling back automatically, because despite everything that had happened, he did seem like a genuinely nice guy. He hadn’t tried anything, and as a wolf he had been one of the friendliest animals she had ever met. “Hey. Uhm, I don’t think I ever actually introduced myself. I’m Maddy Petersen, what’s your name?”
    “Maddy,” he said, nodding to himself, still smiling. “I like it. I’m Konrad Stone.”
    “Unusual name,” she replied, sitting down next to him. She was grateful she had thrown him the bed sheets to cover himself with. Strange, naked men weren’t exactly her area of expertise. She had had two boyfriends in her life, one in high school and one in college, but hadn’t been on many dates besides them. Most guys had been turned off by her dedication to her studies, and the practical way she dressed. Then again, what had they expected? A vet could hardly wear short dresses and high heels, not around animals. Jeans and baggy t-shirts were easier to wash, too.
    And why the hell was she thinking about herself when she should be thinking about how to deal with Konrad? She opened the first-aid kit instead.
    “I’m an unusual guy,” he replied.
    She had to smile at that. “True.” She nodded at the sheets he had wrapped around his shoulders. “I don’t see any blood on there, but we should take a closer look.”
    “Sure,” Konrad replied, shrugging the sheets off.
    Maddy had seen him naked before, but had been too panicked and busy throwing books at him to really look. And now she looked. From his broad shoulders to his muscular biceps, and the dark hairs across his chest, a trail leading down to his abs until the trail stopped at the sheets still covering his groin. “Uhm,” she said, tearing her eyes away from him to look at her first-aid kit again. She could feel her cheeks flush. Damn, he was one of the hottest guys she’d ever seen, not just a handsome face but a body to match.
    Come on, she told herself, you’re supposed to check if he’s wounded. She looked up at Konrad again,