“How, though? She has no wolf?” I asked, resting my head on my hand.
“You forget she was forced to shift. Her wolf died, or so I thought, yet she still technically shifted. The bond would have kicked in when yours did, Ace. She was just too young to realize it, and to understand it.”
“So, she could feel it every time I was with Melana?”
“She couldn’t feel it like we do. But yes, she had some sense of it. It caused her pain. She thought it was to do with the experiments from the facility, her bloodlust. I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her it was because her mate was fooling around. But that is why I wanted to speak to you. I was glad when I sensed you coming,” Avery said.
“Why?”
“Because I noticed something when I saw Lucy the other week. That other issue has been dealt with, by the way. My father has taken great pleasure in torturing him. But back on topic, I don’t think Lucy’s wolf is dead. I think she is trapped, dormant.”
“You think her wolf is dormant? Why would you think that? She should have shifted by now if that was the case,” I told her.
“I thought her wolf was dead. There have never been any signs over the years. Well, until I saw her with both of you. Her aura shifted, reacting to you both. Vampire auras are usually black. Hers had always been black until I came to see her. Her aura shifted, changed, reacting to you both, as if her aura had been drawing on you both. When I removed her mark, it turned back to black, but I could see it flickering. Like something was trying to break through. The color her aura changed to I have only seen in hybrids and werewolves.”
“I don’t get it. What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you and Tyson are bringing something to the surface. And I think it is her wolf. I don’t think she died. I think she is comatose inside of her,” Avery told me.
Chapter thirty-two
Tyson
I loved my scent coming off her skin, Tyrant purring in my head having her here. Though, I was concerned for Ace, wondering what was up with him. He left so quickly, but I knew he would return. So, instead, I just spent time with Lucy.
Rummaging through my DVDs, I found one I knew she’d always liked. A little girlie for my tastes, but she enjoyed it. I popped it in the DVD player before walking out of my room to the kitchen and hearing the microwave ding. The smell of popcorn filled the house before walking back to the room. Lucy stepped out of my bathroom, drying her hair on the towel, and sat on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t have to watch it just because I like it. Pick something else. I know you hate this movie,” she said.
I shrugged, sitting back and watching her dry her hair before she got up and hung the towel on the bedroom door.
“Dad mindlinked while I was in the shower. They just took mom in for a c-section. He was going in with her, and said he would let me know when he arrives.”
I nodded to her, pulling the blanket back for her, and she climbed in before rolling on her side and propping her pillow up.
I placed the popcorn in front of her before molding around her and tugging her closer. She stiffened for a second before relaxing against me, and I kissed her cheek before grabbing some popcorn from the bowl. She pressed play before jamming her feet between my legs, making herself comfortable.
Nothing felt more right than this right here. I watched her, trying to go unnoticed, so she wouldn’t think I was some kind of creep. Yet I noticed her stealing glances at me too. She wasn’t oblivious to the bond.
My body was definitely not oblivious to the bond, as her ass pressed tightly against my front. Every time she moved, I had to fight back a groan as she rubbed her ass against me. I rolled onto my back, trying to hide how badly her being this close affected me. Yet she sat up, placing the bowl on the bedside table before rolling into me and chucking her leg over me. I swallowed, praying she didn’t notice or lift her leg any higher.
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Lucy
I snuggled against Tyson, placing my head on his shoulder before pressing my face into his neck. I always felt safe with him. I trusted him, and it felt good knowing he was mine. Knowing I wasn’t some mateless freak. Knowing he didn’t care that I had no wolf.
“You alright there?” he asked when I pressed my nose against his neck again, inhaling his mouth-watering scent. I also loved the tingling feeling that raced over my skin, and the warm feeling in my belly at his closeness.
“Yep! Never better,” I told him, and he turned his face, pressing his lips to my cheek. I moved when he suddenly gripped my knee before pushing it down slightly. And moving over like he was trying to get away from me.
“What?” I asked him. I sat up on my elbow, looking down at him, his cheeks turning slightly red. He turned to look at the movie, I knew he hadn’t been watching. “Tyson?”
“Lie back down,” he said, and I chewed my lip, wondering why he kept moving away from me.
“I can sleep in the other room if you want,” I told him, suddenly feeling like he didn’t want me close to him. Maybe I was annoying him when I was inhaling his scent.
“No! Of course I don’t want that,” he said, tugging me back down. I nestled against him, trying to get comfortable, yet he kept moving away.