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Jian cuts the engine when we pull into my driveway in San Francisco’s Lake District. My yard abuts the Presidio, a national park with forests and miles of trails, devoid of humans in the dead of night and the early morning. I recently discovered this fun fact when I turned into a werewolf, with a sudden desire to hunt and the relentless urge to sprint from one end of the city to the other.
As with most nights, there are no lights on at home. My mom must be out playing mahjong with my aunties again. I am disappointed, even resentful, that she rarely thinks to wait for me like normal mothers would if their teenage girls were out past curfew. She could have at least left a light on. I pull off the borrowed helmet, frowning as I shake my head to loosen my hair since it feels plastered to my head. Like silk, it falls against the back of my neck. I reach up to push a lock over my ear.
Jian holds out his hand. I assume he's asking me for the helmet, so I plop it onto his waiting palm.
“Thanks.”
The single word hangs in the air between us, forming an invisible bridge to my realization of how grateful I am for Jian's company. Mutual werewolf heat bounces between our bodies. I look up at him, this guy who's been in my mind before. Literally, in my mind, and I’ve been in his. Thanks to our unnatural ability to peer into one another’s minds when we're in wolf form, I know many of Jian's secrets and darkest thoughts. I recall that his fantasies of me don't always circle around sex. The ones that do aren't pervy like the rest. His innermost musings don't make me cringe or curl my lips in disgust. His are... intriguing. He enjoys being a hero. It must thrill him to be here with me like this.
His hero complex, and my hazy awareness of my starring role in his fantasies, leave me with no bitchy comment to enhance my single word of gratitude. My silence must unnerve him since his shoulders are visibly taut. He looks poised to flee. Lately, this physical response is one so many around me adopt. It reminds me of how warriors of the past must have pulled on armor, preparing themselves for battle. My weapons of late are words, enraged, hateful ones that I expertly hurl at my victims during my verbal assaults.
My gaze travels up his powerfully built form. He is wary of me. I watch the soft parting of his full lips to say, "No problem, Aline, anytime." Then, he moves to go.
"Jian. Do you mind staying awhile?" Something inside me prompts this plaintive request.
His back is to me now, and I watch his foot hover in mid-air. It’s as though he’s trying to decide whether to plant the next step that would propel him forward and away from the likes of me.
I move to sit at the top of my front porch steps and wait as Jian struggles with my request. Staring at the back of his heels, I notice he’s wearing biker boots. They’ve got big-buckled straps, which I find sexy in a masculine sort of way. Just as I complete this thought, he does an about-face, leaving me wide-eyed and open-mouthed at his approach. Realizing I’m slack-jawed, I clamp my lips shut and say nothing else as he settles himself on the step below the one on which I perch. Even sitting, Jian’s so tall that his shoulder is an inch above mine. I clasp my hands together under my thighs to resist the temptation of reaching out and touching him to convince myself he’s real.
Jian clears his throat. My eyes move over the sharp lines of his profile bathed in the moonlight. I’m reminded how Jian’s new manly form is a little like a taller, more muscular Wang Yibo. Watching Mandarin dramas to ogle this particular actor is an allowed indulgence since my mom doesn't give me grief over it. It's her greatest desire for at least one of her children to learn Chinese.
I startle at the sound of him unzipping his motorcycle jacket to reveal the smooth skin of his bare chest. It takes a second to realize he’s naked because I still wear his shirt. If he’s bothered by my open perusal, he says nothing. Neither one of us talks. It's a companionable silence as we focus on the full moon hanging above the rooftops of my quiet Lake District neighborhood. Since the lockdown started in March, it’s been eerily silent and thankfully deserted. A halo surrounds the moon, a beautiful, multi-colored rainbow ring formed by moonlight and the fog dusted sky. My eyes drift closed against its beauty.
"It's my fault Talu is dying."
Jian doesn’t speak. I turn to stare at his bent elbow resting near my hip. His gaze is far away, waiting for me to continue.
"I wanted that Hunter to tear into me, to give me an actual reason to feel all of this pain that I'm carrying around. I —" ... wanted to die. A gigantic bubble wells up inside me. I stop, choking back a sob, rubbing my palms back and forth on my thighs, trying to get a grip.
Jian’s gaze shifts over to me. His look is gentle but not one of pity. It hints at understanding. I despise it. I want to lash out at him, tell him he can’t possibly know what I’ve been through, but I'm unable to speak. Drawing a ragged breath, I shut my eyes and hear his barely audible whisper caught by my supernatural hearing.
"Just cry, Aline."
Vigorously, I shake my head against his quiet invitation. I haven't cried since Lance Jin, my ex-boyfriend and pack Alpha, sat me down to tell me about him imprinting on Kylie Yang, my best friend. The memory of it slams into me like a sucker punch to the solar plexus. Gasping, I blink back tears, refusing to become a blubbering fool in front of one of the guys. I will not. My toughness is my moniker. Without it, I'm lost to this wave of unbearable emotion.
"I can't."
Pressing my trembling lips together, I steel myself against the throbbing ache that pounds at me, like the unrelenting surf upon the shore. But it's hard to keep up the pretense of strength and Jian seems to sense when I loosen my hold on the tight leash I have on my anguish. He recognizes my need for someone, a non-judgmental soul, to be with me as I let it all lash against me, unimpeded.
Without invitation, Jian shifts up a step. He's sitting next to me, nearly touching. Carefully, he places an arm around my shoulder, silently urging me to reconsider. His broad, strong hand cups my shoulder. Sensing I won’t resist, he draws me close, pulling me against him. I, too, am shocked by my unquestioning compliance as I curl myself against the solid heat of his chest.
His hand rubs my upper arm as he makes a rough purring sound. The comforting rumble emanates from deep within him, making me feel safe, somehow, and I feel unwelcome tears well up. The top of my head fits right under his jaw. My cheek rests against his neck and my chin rests in the cradle of his shoulder. This skin-to-skin contact sends an unexpected ripple of pleasure through me. But aside from the slight clench and quick release of his jaw at our first touch, Jian appears unmoved.
His clear disinterest is all I need to allow my tears to fall.
"It's all right, Aline. I've got you. Just let it out."
His whisper ruffles my hair as he speaks these tender words into the night, a fitting sound to go along with my quiet weeping.
-Aline-I avoided taking my werewolf form for almost two and a half weeks because I don't want the guys to read my mind. Fortunately, the next full moon that will compel the pack back to the polo fields won’t happen for another week. Also, I’m learning to manage my anger so I don’t unexpectedly shift. I just haven’t figured out how to shield my thoughts from the pack when I am in wolf form. I desperately want my moment of weakness with Jian to stay a secret. He's probably unintentionally revealed it to everyone by now, though. The thought of that rankles. I'm hoping the guys won't believe I had a breakdown. Instead, I hope they discard Jian's thoughts to the pile of his other wannabe hero fantasies where I star as the damsel-in-distress.As if, I snort to myself.I'm lying on my back, on my queen-sized bed. My thumb repeatedly slides against the smartphone’s screen as I absorb the good news that Will, my brother, just deliv
-Jian- I relish the reverberating slam of the door behind me. The doorframe shakes but is still in one piece. Though I'm thoroughly annoyed that it didn't splinter, I am thankful I don't have to explain my extraordinary strength to my already suspicious mother. After I shut the car door without saying goodbye to Aline, I felt the weight of her gaze on my back as I climbed the steps into my house and out of her sight. I'm selfish enough to admit that I wanted her to stop me, just like she did the other night when she allowed me to witness her vulnerability. It pleases me more than it should that she picked me out of the entire pack to comfort her when she was so exposed. It couldn't have been easy for her. That's the thing of it. She’d asked me to stay once before. Why didn't she do the same t
-Aline- Somewhere between Jian's place and mine, I decided that if I have to live the life of a wolf, I will not run around like a shaggy dog. So, I took a quick detour to my new, as of today, very talented hairdresser. To her surprise and admittedly mine, I marched right into the salon with my waist-length, straight black hair to demand she just cut it all off. She left me with just-barely-touching-my-shoulder-length hair. With the bulky weight of my mane on the salon floor, I feel a lighter load on my shoulders. I roll down the driver-side window, wondering why I hadn't just cut it off months ago. My lips scrunch, knowing full well why I hadn't cut it. Lance liked my hair long. I tried to preserve other things, too, I realize, hoping he'd come back to me. The hope died in August on the night of the full moon. Compelled to rush outside, I followed the internal call to go to the polo fields. I phased when I stepped under the closest grove of trees in the Presidio. Even though it wa
-Aline- I wince and continue making my way to Talu's room. As I stride past the human girl, Mei frowns when I don’t ask for help to find Talu’s room. It's amusing but irritating since I pretty much grew up in the Wu house. Why is she in Talu’s house, anyway? Shouldn’t she be playing house with her vampire? My lips curl in disdain. She steps into Talu’s room behind me, wearing a medical-grade mask she hadn’t worn when she let me into the house. Talu gives her an approving smile while sending a superior look my way. I'm annoyed and wish the girl gone. I am angrier at Talu and his supreme smugness. He looks too much like Lance and not the happy-go-lucky guy who played Hide-and-Go-Seek with me when we were kids. "Knock it off, Talu," I grumble, fishing out my KN-95 from my purse. I put it on, grateful for something to hide behind. “I came to apologize, with a peace offering.” From my fingertip, tied together at the laces, dangle his new d
-Aline- Mei smiles at the sound of her name falling from my lips, deciding it is an invitation to sit across the table from me. "So, are you with him?" My overwhelming curiosity outstrips my need to ignore her presence. "Talu, I mean?" "Yes, I am," she says. A wide smile splays across her face. I throw up a little in my mouth. "Are you sure? I thought vampire guy, Chasewhatever, was your one and only?" I marvel at her ability to go from her one true love to the recovering werewolf in the next room. The lemonade I gulp to hide my disgust is a tad too sweet. I cough a little. "I’m sure. It's Talu for me. I loved Chase, but..." Mei’s voice trails. I take pity on her. "Let me guess. The leech, this Chasewhatever, shattered the love you had for him when he dumped you for no good reason. The bloodsucker wants you again, but you can’t go back to him. You’ve filled your empty spaces with my wolfy pal?" "Sort of." Mei lets out
-Jian- I avoid Aline for about a week, keeping to myself while shoving away nagging thoughts about how I left things with her. Breaking news interrupts my efforts to forget about her. Lance tells us the vampires left the city. Talu, still on forced bedrest, doggedly researches why and bends my ear with his theories during my visits to bring him his favorite boba drink. According to Talu, Chase, Mei's vampire ex-boyfriend, sent her a goodbye text saying his coven was moving across the bay to Oakland, but there was no explanation. Without alpha commands to gather against bloodsuckers, I have too much idle time. I try to interest myself in Talu’s mission, but fail. Watching Tony dote on his middle schooler has me worried that he’ll get arrested if someone doesn’t check him on his stalkerish behavior. I convince Will to act as Tony's caretaker. I even stay at home to help my mom around the house. After just a day, she sat me down and told me my h
-Aline- His T-shirt is soft against my thighs. Fascinated, I study the dark, rugged vision of him, still blocking the sun's fading rays. If his fidgety stance and inability to rest his eyes on my face is any sign, Jian is as shocked by my flirtation as I am. His eyes slide away, refusing to meet mine. Instead, his gaze skims the length of my legs. My heart thunders at his unadulterated perusal. The crashing waves mask the sound of the rapid heartbeat pounding in my ears. While his shout off the cliff was not as masculine as he would have liked, Jian seems to think manly thoughts now. His stance, hands shoved deep into his pockets, hides the evidence of his desire within his dripping shorts. My lips twitch, wanting to curl into a smile. I am pleased by his reaction to the sight of me. For just a moment, I shut my eyes, seeking some privacy to consider what exactly the hell it is I am doing. "Is that an invitation for me to manhandle you?"
-Talu- I lounge on the sofa, healed enough to haul myself out of bed. Today, Jian keeps me company. He's twitchy, not at all his usual calm self. After asking after Mei and Aline, and pacing the length of the small living room at least six times, Jian finally settles in the armchair kitty-corner to the sofa. We both pretend to watch the Giants vs. Mariners baseball game. The distracting thrum of his fingers on the chair's upholstered arm forces me to break the heavy silence. "So, bro," I say, attempting a casual but cautious air. "Want to tell me about her?" "A girl?" He feigns rapt interest in a Geico commercial. Stupid talking lizard. "Just a wild guess. Seeing as you can’t look at me, you’re thinking about a girl, right?" It’s impossible to keep from grinning. I know poking at Jian might make him angry, but teasing him is irresistible. He shoots me a dark, annoyed look after I suggestively move my eyebrows up and down and g