Terry Spear - Wolf Fever

Lelandi set the washrag on the tile counter and stopped wiping off bread crumbs and coffee spills, her expression an attempt at neutral, but her jaw tightened marginally. “What’s the matter?” Her voice was even but tinged with concern.

“It’s…it’s just that I saw Doc shift into a wolf and then, well, he couldn’t shift back.”

Lelandi’s brows rose, and then she smiled. Any hint of concern vanished, and she went back to wiping the counter. “He changes back. We all do.”

“That one time you couldn’t.”

Lelandi paused and looked thoughtful. “Yes, but that only has to do with my strong feelings for certain people. It’s only happened twice, each time when my brother nearly died. It took a couple of hours, maybe longer, to turn back into my human form. Then I was back to normal. No one that I’ve known during my long years of life has had trouble shifting form.”

“Even newly turned wolves?”

“Did you see yourself in that predicament? Unable to shift back?”

Carol slowly shook her head. But she figured the only reason she didn’t see that was because she refused to change and was able to fight it successfully. For how long, she wasn’t certain. She also noted that Lelandi didn’t exactly answer her question. “Have any newly turned wolves that you know of been unable to shape-shift back?”

“Not that I’ve ever heard of. Besides, Doc’s a royal red like me. No human influences in his roots for generations. So like me, he can change at will.” Lelandi smiled and patted Carol’s shoulder. “Doc Weber will be fine. You said your visions were brief glimpses of the future. So he shifts, and you just don’t see him change back. He has to shift back eventually, only you don’t see a vision of that. That’s all.

“Really, Carol. I’ve explained how I was tied to my sister’s and brother’s stronger emotions whenever we were in close proximity to each other. That’s all the problem was with my inability to shape-shift back. Don’t worry.”

But Carol did worry. Lelandi was right that Carol couldn’t see a lengthy video stream of what would occur, but just like Lelandi felt strong ties to her brother’s emotions, Carol had strong feelings with her visions. And she knew something was horribly wrong. It had to be that Doc couldn’t shift back. She couldn’t imagine what else the matter could be.

She sighed. Until she could see something more that would convince Lelandi, she knew she’d never get anywhere on that front. Might as well talk to Lelandi about what Carol knew was bothering her. “In the woods last night… Ryan said he had something to ask me. That’s all.”

Lelandi stopped rinsing the sink out and turned to gape at Carol. “Ryan?”

“Um, Chester Ryan McKinley, but he asked me to call him Ryan.”

“He changed from a wolf and stood naked in front of you to speak?”

Carol shrugged. “It was no big deal. I’d had a vision of him, and I needed to know who he was and what he wanted. He couldn’t very well answer me as a wolf. And, he was a perfect gentleman, just as he always was with you.”

Her green eyes narrowed, Lelandi gave a ladylike snort and tucked her red curls behind her ears. “He was a gentleman with me because he knew he’d be a dead man if he was anything but. Men are wolves, no pun intended. Lusty wolves.

“If he’s got any ideas about you—which he very well may have, now that you’re one of us—you’d best stay clear of him. Darien and his brothers will make short work of him if he interferes in pack politics. He’s not here by invitation, and last night he trespassed in our territory without permission. Darien’s quite incensed about it.”

Her heart sinking, Carol glanced out the kitchen window. She was a healer by trade, and the last time she’d watched out the sunroom windows was when the pack gathered in the meadow to take down a murderer. She couldn’t deal with this part of being a werewolf. Maybe subconsciously that was another thing that bothered her about being a part-time wolf. If she changed, would she have the urge to kill?

With shaking hands, Carol put the last of the dirty silverware in the dishwasher. “I’ll…I’ll see you at the festival.”

She rushed out of the kitchen to warn Ryan to leave right away, if she caught sight of him first.

Lelandi called out to her, “Don’t get in the way of Darien’s handling of our pack, Carol.”

Right , when she was already an outsider with so many strikes against her, what did another few matter?

Why did the men in Darien’s pack still want her? Were they just desperate? She’d seen them smile as if they were interested. She guessed they hadn’t approached her yet because of Darien’s ruling. But still, she was bothered by the niggling thought that they would get a lot more than they bargained for if they pursued her. She didn’t think any of the beta males could deal with her uniqueness.

She sighed and shoved the sunroom door open.

LELANDI SMILED AFTER CAROL AS SHE BOLTED OUT OF the house. Lelandi could talk until she was blue in the face, trying to get Darien to listen to her about Carol’s special circumstances, without making a difference. Either Carol’s desire to save Chester’s—rather, Ryan’s—butt would change Jake or Tom’s interest in Carol, or maybe Ryan was her match.

Whatever Lelandi could do to help, she was ready. She was certain that the right man would work wonders in helping Carol accept what she was now. And time was running out. Soon, Carol would inevitably shape-shift and when it happened, Lelandi prayed that Carol was at home or with their own kind only. Lelandi had convinced Darien to continue to allow Carol to work at the hospital, but he’d nix that before long if Carol didn’t shape-shift soon.

Lelandi’s best friend, Silva, sauntered into the kitchen, bottled water in one hand and a red ribbon in the other. Her dark curls piled on top of her head, she was wearing short shorts, a pair of thigh-high boots, and a short-waisted shirt that showed off her navel. Lelandi swallowed a grin.

Sam had better get off the fence about making a commitment to Silva, or he was going to have a lot of competition on the playing field today.

“I heard McKinley sneaked around the grounds last night to see Carol,” Silva said, brows raised.

Lelandi shrugged.

Silva grinned. “He did!” Then she frowned. “Ohmigod, the bachelor males will be out for blood if he shows up at the festivities.” Silva leaned over the kitchen sink and looked out the window. “You should be with her, don’t you think? I mean, both of us. If we chaperone her, McKinley won’t come near, and Darien and his brothers won’t have to hurt him.”

She turned to Lelandi. “So what did happen last night? I heard Carol was in the woods with him. Alone .”

Not about to tell anyone what Carol had shared with her in confidence, Lelandi sighed. “What about Sam? Is he going to protect you in the game of tag?”

Silva laughed. “Hell, if he doesn’t, it’s his problem, not mine.”

But Lelandi knew Silva wanted Sam, and he truly wanted her. She wasn’t sure how to get them to finally capitulate and become mates. Lelandi rubbed her stomach absently. She thought she’d gotten the two of them going in the right direction.

“Come on, Silva, let’s have some fun.” And she prayed that fun was all they’d have—and no male battles of wills.

Carol backed up closer to the woods, where maybe Ryan could sneak out and talk to her while everyone was busy playing tag. But then she saw four men combing the woods. Ryan would never manage to talk with her alone again.