Taming Heather [Cariboo Lunewulf 1] by Lorie O'Clare Page A

to meet you. And thank you for letting me come over.” Heather fought to hide her nervousness, wishing she didn’t know how these werewolves could smell her emotions.
    “I admit you have me a bit curious.” Samantha shut the door behind Heather.
    The Rousseau home was small but cozy-looking. Nothing near as fancy as Marc’s home, yet Heather got the feeling there was a lot of happiness in this home. After a quick glance at the living room, and what she could see of a kitchen, she turned her attention to the pretty werewolf.
    “Curious about what?”
    “You told my mate you wanted to write an article about how werewolves lived, how we really are. I’m curious what you’ll have to say, and why you’re doing the article.”
    Johann walked down the hallway, joining them at that moment with an infant at his shoulder. Samantha turned, smiling warmly at him and the baby, and then went to take the child—cub.
    Heather cocked her head, suddenly wishing she’d brought Joey so he could take pictures, when she noticed a long white tail hanging out of the infant’s diaper. Otherwise, the baby looked human.
    “Cubs have a hard time remaining in one form often until they are about three or four years old,” Samantha told her quietly.
    Heather nodded slowly. “That makes sense. I never thought about that before.”
    “It’s kind of like potty-training. Human babies take a while to master that.” Samantha nestled the infant to her breast. “Of course, so do werewolf babies,” she added with a smile.
    Suddenly Heather felt foolish. She’d wanted a camera to capture this child, like he was a freak or something. Yet his tail appearing hanging down his leg was a very natural thing. The only difference here was that he was a werewolf.
    “Something just occurred to me,” she said, looking from Samantha to Johann. “Werewolves know so much about humans. You’ve always known we were here. I want to write this article so that I can show my people the truth about you.”
    “And what is that truth?” Johann spoke for the first time, his tone guarded.
    “That you aren’t monsters.” And what she didn’t add was that would mean deleting every word she’d written so far.
    But suddenly that was exactly what she wanted to do.
    “I’d be interested in reading that article,” Johann said, moving to the couch and gesturing for her to sit down.
    “I promise you that I’ll let you read what I write before it goes to print.”
    “So what’s moved you to enlighten humans about us?” Johann asked, reclining on the couch and watching his mate.
    “At first, I thought it would be the boost my career needed. We’re at odds with each other, and I knew plastering a full-page spread about werewolves, with inside knowledge, would quite possibly get me national attention.”
    She knew her words weighed heavy with the two of them, and didn’t realize she held her breath until her lungs suddenly hurt.
    “At first?” Johann wasn’t smiling when he gave her his full attention.
    Heather nodded, hoping if she was completely open with these two that they would be apt to share more with her.
    “Yes. At first.” She bit her lip, going out on a limb here. But there was no stopping it. There was no way she could get into this interview until she’d said her piece. “I shared what I’d written with someone in your pack, and it outraged them. They told me it was trash and offered to show me how werewolves really were.” Looking down, it seemed suddenly silly to confess this to them.
    “Go on,” Johann told her.
    The way he said it made her feel she was confessing something to them. And maybe she was. Although she hadn’t seen Marc lately, he still wouldn’t stay out of her thoughts. And she couldn’t keep this in her any longer. It wasn’t like she could discuss this with any of her human friends.
    “You’ve got a culture that I’d very much like to learn more about. And I think sharing what I learn with others like me might