Wanted By The Pack (Werewolf Shifter FMMM Menage Steamy Romance) by Nikki Wild
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WANTED BY THE PACK
"Will you be quiet?"
"Or what?" Amanda taunted me, "the big bad wolves will eat me?" She and Rachel laughed. "This is so, so stupid."
"What if we like, call them or something?" Janie piped up, always trying to be included.
"Don't be stupid, Janie," Amanda snapped. I couldn't see her in the dark, but I didn't have to to know that her eyes were rolling. "Shifters aren't like, Bloody Mary or something, like you can just...summon them here."
"Will you please be quiet?" There had definitely been a noise, somewhere outside the circle of light around the campfire.
The woods of Maine surrounded us in an ocean of blackness that swallowed up the stars. I had never considered myself easily frightened before, but I could definitely understand the rumors about these woods now that I was in them. There was something...different...about the way these trees felt. Older, more mysterious, shielding things that should remain hidden away from sight.
I could feel Amanda rolling her eyes at me, and then a beer can clunked to the ground at my feet. "Did you seriously just throw your beer at me?" I demanded, laughing.
"You're being lame, Hannah," she said, and in the firelight, I could see her tossing her long curtain of blond hair behind her shoulder. "This is an adventure. We are the wild women of the north, conquering nature and all that nonsense. Don't be a spoilsport."
"Sorry," I muttered, looking down at the can of beer in my hands. But the joy of getting drunk in the woods was starting to wither. The disquiet in my mind was making it really hard to concentrate on my girlfriends' teasing banter. I kept feeling like there was something behind me.
"Did you guys hear that?" I demanded, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
"Hear what?" Janie asked nervously. I could tell that the stories had gotten to her too. The tales of the back woods and what lived...and hunted out here.
"I...don't know." I strained, listening as hard as I could, but the only sound was the wind in the trees above us and the pop of the campfire as a knot exploded. "It sounded like," I shivered, "breathing."
"Fuuuuck," Janie moaned, but Amanda scoffed loudly.
"Honestly, Hannah, if I knew you were going to be such a pain in the ass, I wouldn't have asked you to come. Are you honestly saying that you believe in shifters and all that scary fairy tale crap?"
I looked back at Amanda, abashed. She always claimed I was one of her best friends, but she had such a sharp tongue that sometimes I wondered if she liked me at all. It made me wonder things about myself that I kept coming back for more of her abuse. We had been friends since junior high, the four of us, so that meant ten whole years of being picked on, scoffed at and ridiculed. I could feel my blood running hotter and I stood up.
"Stories exist for a reason, Mandy, and you'd know that if you bothered to read something other than gossip blogs." Amanda made a shocked noise, but I was on a roll now, too keyed up to stop. "For as long as there have been people living up here, there have been stories about the shifters. Men turning into animals, yeah I know, it sounds crazy, but so do a lot of things that are true. I saw a video of a freaking octopus that changed its skin color as quickly as scientists could put new backgrounds behind it. There are animals out there that morph, like caterpillars into butterflies for god's sake. Who's to say there isn't something out there that can change on a much bigger scale, huh? How do you know? How can you sit there all smug and be so damn certain?"
It wasn't until I had finished my impassioned speech that I looked down and saw that my fists were clenched at my sides. My heart was racing and my blood was boiling.
Amanda stared at me with a shocked, hurt face. Slowly she opened her mouth and I recognized the tilt of her head. She was getting ready to rip me a new
"Will you be quiet?"
"Or what?" Amanda taunted me, "the big bad wolves will eat me?" She and Rachel laughed. "This is so, so stupid."
"What if we like, call them or something?" Janie piped up, always trying to be included.
"Don't be stupid, Janie," Amanda snapped. I couldn't see her in the dark, but I didn't have to to know that her eyes were rolling. "Shifters aren't like, Bloody Mary or something, like you can just...summon them here."
"Will you please be quiet?" There had definitely been a noise, somewhere outside the circle of light around the campfire.
The woods of Maine surrounded us in an ocean of blackness that swallowed up the stars. I had never considered myself easily frightened before, but I could definitely understand the rumors about these woods now that I was in them. There was something...different...about the way these trees felt. Older, more mysterious, shielding things that should remain hidden away from sight.
I could feel Amanda rolling her eyes at me, and then a beer can clunked to the ground at my feet. "Did you seriously just throw your beer at me?" I demanded, laughing.
"You're being lame, Hannah," she said, and in the firelight, I could see her tossing her long curtain of blond hair behind her shoulder. "This is an adventure. We are the wild women of the north, conquering nature and all that nonsense. Don't be a spoilsport."
"Sorry," I muttered, looking down at the can of beer in my hands. But the joy of getting drunk in the woods was starting to wither. The disquiet in my mind was making it really hard to concentrate on my girlfriends' teasing banter. I kept feeling like there was something behind me.
"Did you guys hear that?" I demanded, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
"Hear what?" Janie asked nervously. I could tell that the stories had gotten to her too. The tales of the back woods and what lived...and hunted out here.
"I...don't know." I strained, listening as hard as I could, but the only sound was the wind in the trees above us and the pop of the campfire as a knot exploded. "It sounded like," I shivered, "breathing."
"Fuuuuck," Janie moaned, but Amanda scoffed loudly.
"Honestly, Hannah, if I knew you were going to be such a pain in the ass, I wouldn't have asked you to come. Are you honestly saying that you believe in shifters and all that scary fairy tale crap?"
I looked back at Amanda, abashed. She always claimed I was one of her best friends, but she had such a sharp tongue that sometimes I wondered if she liked me at all. It made me wonder things about myself that I kept coming back for more of her abuse. We had been friends since junior high, the four of us, so that meant ten whole years of being picked on, scoffed at and ridiculed. I could feel my blood running hotter and I stood up.
"Stories exist for a reason, Mandy, and you'd know that if you bothered to read something other than gossip blogs." Amanda made a shocked noise, but I was on a roll now, too keyed up to stop. "For as long as there have been people living up here, there have been stories about the shifters. Men turning into animals, yeah I know, it sounds crazy, but so do a lot of things that are true. I saw a video of a freaking octopus that changed its skin color as quickly as scientists could put new backgrounds behind it. There are animals out there that morph, like caterpillars into butterflies for god's sake. Who's to say there isn't something out there that can change on a much bigger scale, huh? How do you know? How can you sit there all smug and be so damn certain?"
It wasn't until I had finished my impassioned speech that I looked down and saw that my fists were clenched at my sides. My heart was racing and my blood was boiling.
Amanda stared at me with a shocked, hurt face. Slowly she opened her mouth and I recognized the tilt of her head. She was getting ready to rip me a new
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