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Authors: Kailin Gow

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Chapter 7

Gregory, Oregon

I
had made my trek back to Gregory, Oregon alone. As the new Wolf King, Father was needed to rule the Wolf Fey. He sent me back to tell Mother the news, and in a month’s time, Father would be back again to visit us.

As soon as I came back, running through the woods near school and Breena’s house, tearing through the trees at night, I rushed over to Breena’s. I have been gone for almost two days, and in a few hours she would be turning sixteen.

I came close to her house, seeing the amber glow of the porchlight and knowing she was inside. I knocked on the door gently at first, and then louder when no one answered. I was about to knock again when the door opened and Breena craned her head outside. “Oh, Logan!” she cried, grabbing me by my shirt and pulling me inside. “Thank God, it’s you!”

I cupped her face in my hands and smiled. “I’m glad to see you too, Bree. What’s going on?”

“I knew you were going to say that.” She looked tired, as though she had not slept very well. “Hey, Logan,” she pulled me into a hug. “I missed you. You missed two days of school. And I called, but your mother said you were sick.” She touched my forehead with her palm. “No, no fever or high temperature.” She opened my mouth and peered inside. “No spotted purple tongue.”

I laughed, remembering the games we used to play as children, including doctor. She was the doctor, and I was the patient. It had always been an innocent childhood game until now. “Why is your shirt torn up?” She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. “That’s better. That shirt smells like you’ve been running through the woods or was that a forest for days without a shower. Ewww - it needs to go into the trashcan. Sorry, Logan, no salvaging that one.”

She went and got me a large t-shirt. Then her hands trailed up my chest to feel my heartbeat. It lingered there for a moment and then I could see her face turned pink with flush as my heart sped up. My breath caught in my throat as she inched her face closer to mine, her lips almost touching mine. I closed my eyes waiting for the moment we would kiss, when she pulled away. “Sorry, Logan,” she said, “but you could use a shower…” she pointed to the bathroom upstairs.

“That bad?” I asked laughing.

“Just like your shirt, Logan, but I’m keeping you,” she said, “umm…after you shower.”

“Okay, I’m going, I’m going, Bree,” I said, walking into the bathroom with the shirt she handed me. As I turned on the shower and pulled back to get undressed, I heard Breena muttered under her breath, “and I need a cold shower.”

I couldn’t help but smile while I stepped into the shower and let the warm water splash over my sore muscles. It had been days when I last showered, and it felt good. The warmth of the water cascaded over the top of my head and down to the rest of my body, relaxing the tension out of my muscles. I let the warm water flow down my back, my torso, my butt, my thick thighs, calves, and feet, the sorest parts of a wolf. Then I lathered up, smelling the same soap Breena used all the time, a fresh lavender and honeysuckle soap. More feminine than my usual scent, but since it smelled like Bree, I did not mind it. As I washed away all the dirt and sweat from days of travel, running, and fighting; my mind turned to mush. All the events in Feyland including the horrific last day when Grandfather died and I made that promise to him seemed like it was from a long time ago, like another world altogether.

I wanted Breena’s birthday to be special…the day I could tell her I loved her. The day I could tell her I was a werewolf. I had planned it so often, my speech, what I was going to say, and how. I ran it through my head several times until I could say exactly what I wanted to say to her, smoothly.

I had planned all this before promising Grandfather that I would find a fairy girl to love and marry. Although Breena was as beautiful as a fairy, to me, she was all human. According to Grandfather’s wishes, I could not be with her. I would have to find someone else to love and marry. My heart was heavy, thinking about the promise.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. When I reached for the shirt and my old jeans, they were gone. I took a large bath towel instead, wiped down and wrapped the towel snug around my waist. “Bree?” I called. “Where’s my clothes? They seemed to have disappeared.”

She popped her head out of one of the rooms. I can smell the fresh scent of laundry detergent. “I’m washing your jeans, Logan. Where have you been besides being sick in bed?” She walked out of the laundry room with one of her hands on her hip.

I did not know if I could tell her about Feyland there and then. Did she know about Feyland? How can she? “Bree,” I said walking up to her. “I probably should tell you some…”

I stopped in my track, as Bree opened her mouth and her eyes widen in surprise and then something else similar to fascination and then appreciation. The towel I had wrapped around my waist had fallen to the floor at my feet. I was standing in front of Breena buck naked, and she was taking it all in.

My wolf senses were heightened, and I can hear her swallow and then breathe in shorter faster breaths. She blushed and said, “Oh, my.” She rushed over to me, bent down to retrieve the towel on the floor to cover me up, but stopped, realizing how close we were standing next to each other with me this naked. She turned a brighter shade of red and shoved the towel into my hands. “Here, cover up!”

I took the towel, but deliberately did not cover up. I was in my most primal form, the way I would be when I shifted from wolf to man again. I took Breena in my arms and turned her to face me. “Bree,” I said, wanting desperately to kiss her, although I knew I was supposed to find and love someone else. Someone with fairy blood. I could not help how I felt about her, though…and holding her in my arms felt so right.

Breena closed her eyes. And as I leaned in close to brush my lips on hers, there came a loud crash in the living room.

Breena’s eyes flew open, I covered up with the towel, and we both ran downstairs. There in the middle of the room, trying to eat the television remote control, was a charcoal grey gargoyle perched on the edge of the coffee table, its claws wrapped around the remote, and its teeth biting into it.

I could see the gargoyle as plain as day, and as I looked over at Breena, she was staring at it, too, her mouth opened in awe.

I almost did a double take at the way Breena was staring at it, as though she had seen it before. “It’s back,” she whispered. “The gargoyle.”

“You can see it?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s on the table, trying to eat the remote.”

My heart at that moment leaped in the air. Gargoyles cannot be seen by human eye. Only enchanted ones or ones of the fey or mythical creatures can see them.

I studied Breena’s beautiful profile, her creamy skin and lavender eyes. What can Breena be? Certainly more than human?

At that moment, Breena whispered, “It’s gone…just like that…that gargoyle.” She turned to me with a look that had me concerned. “Logan…these past few days…I’ve been seeing things, strange things…what can it mean?”

I took her hands in mine and smiled. We were going to find out together.

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Logan and Breena’s story continues in

The Frost Series

starting with Bitter Frost

The Frost Series

Bitter Frost (Frost #1)

All her life, Breena had always dreamed about fairies as though she lived among them...beautiful fairies living among mortals and living in Feyland. In her dreams, he was always there the breathtakingly handsome but dangerous Winter Prince, Kian, who is her intended. When Breena turns sixteen, she begins seeing fairies and other creatures mortals don't see. Her best friend Logan suddenly acts very protective. Then she sees Kian, who seems intent on finding her and carrying her off to Feyland. That's fine and all, but for the fact that humans rarely survive a trip to Feyland, a kiss from a fairy generally means death to the human unless that human has fairy blood in them or is very strong, and although Kian seemed to be her intended, he seems to hate her and wants her dead.

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