My Sister Is A Werewolf yb-4

by Kathy Love

  She knew it was true. But that didn’t make the pain any less crippling.

  Brody watched the scene, feeling a smug sense of satisfaction. That was his Lizzie. His good girl. The one who always did what was right.

  He’d seen her pain, the nearly crushing yearning that had burned deep inside her for the past two days. She’d been half-insane with her desire for that pathetic mortal. But she would have stayed away. His Lizzie was nothing if not strong. She was nothing if not moral.

  He paced back and forth, watching her. Wanting her. Not with the same unbridled lust she’d felt for the mortal loser. No, he wanted her like he always did, with a selfish need to taint her. To dirty what she was. He knew he was little more than scum. He was okay with that. He just wanted to make sure he took others down with him. Scum or not, that made him powerful. That made him the one in control. That’s why the pack cast him out. He was a threat. And with Lizzie back at his side, he was a threat with real power.

  He considered going to her now. But he’d wait. He didn’t want her with that weak mortal’s scent still clinging to her skin. But he was relieved that this time the scent-the smell that could have ruined all of his plans-was gone. Not even a hint of the spicy odor drifted through the air.

  Maybe he’d imagined it. It wasn’t as if it was possible. A werewolf and a human? No, it wasn’t possible.

  The truck rolled down the dirt road, but Elizabeth didn’t move from her hiding spot. Brody watched her. Trying to read her.

  Maybe now was the time to approach her. He’d only waited because of what he thought that scent meant. He couldn’t take her back to the pack if she was just going to run again. Back to the mortal. But now, he could sense this was the end. There was a hopelessness radiating from her.

  But Brody still didn’t approach her as she finally stepped out of the woods and crossed her lawn to the house. He’d give her a little time-to mourn her loss. A loss he did not understand.

  But never let it be said that he didn’t do a nice thing for Lizzie. Of course, he was just giving the situation time, to make sure she didn’t crack and go to the human. He wouldn’t have the pack seeing that his woman had left, again, and this time for a weak human.

  And if she did give in and go back, he’d handle that. He couldn’t kill her. But the human-yeah, he could die.

  Jensen nodded at his granddad, trying not to look like a teenager busted after curfew as he entered the kitchen and headed straight for the back hall and the stairs. A damned hard thing to do when he was walking into the house at nine A.M. with no shirt on.

  “Wait! Where the hell have you been?” his grandfather asked.

  “Out.” Jensen did not want to explain this.

  “I know that. Where’s your shirt?”

  “Gone.”

  His grandfather frowned, his brows coming together in a nearly straight, if somewhat bushy, line. “You need to be more forthcoming here, Jensen.”

  “Nothing to tell, Granddad. I need to get in to work.”

  His grandfather gave him a look that was somewhere between dubious and disappointed.

  “When a fella stays out all night and returns home without his shirt, and there’s no story in that, then that is one dull man.”

  Jensen nodded. “That’s me. Dull to the core.”

  His grandfather crossed his arms over his chest, looking for all the world as if he planned to pout.

  Jensen glanced at his watch. “Gotta get ready. I don’t want to be late.”

  He left his grandfather indeed pouting, but that was too bad. Jensen had no intention of telling him about his complete failure with the first woman who’d captured his attention since Katie. He couldn’t do it. As it was, he just wanted to forget himself.

  As luck would have it, Granddad was gone when Jensen had come down from his shower. And although his grandfather’s disappearance wasn’t unusual, he was probably out on the links griping about his weird grandson to that damned Harold Wilks. Jensen couldn’t help feeling a little deserted again.

  “Ridiculous,” he muttered to himself as he filled his metal travel mug to the brim with black coffee. He hadn’t wanted to continue his conversation with his granddad, anyway. Plus, he’d wanted the time to consider what he’d noticed in Elizabeth’s barn. Thick chains and heavy manacles anchored to the rafters. He’d seen them when he’d gone in that last time to look for her. What were they? Did she put them up there? And for what purpose?

  He had no answers. None that made any sense. But he wasn’t making sense, anyway. He was offended that his grandfather disappeared, even though when that’s what he’d wanted. But then, disappearing people were a sore spot today.

  He grabbed the newspaper, stuffed it under his arm, then picked up his coffee and his laptop and left for the office.

  Pulling up to the small building that housed his office, he told himself he needed to concentrate on the vet hospital. He was trying to get the place online, the records put into the computer as well as the appointments. His grandfather had resisted all that, but Jensen knew it would make things easier and more efficient. That was what he needed to focus on-not some woman who had as many issues as he did, and clearly didn’t want him.

  He walked into the office and was greeted by Molly George, the receptionist who’d been working for his grandfather for nearly twenty years. Molly had a habit of trying to mother him. Jensen supposed that was the risk he’d run being a motherless kid, raised by his granddad. Everyone felt the need to mother him.

  “You are late,” Molly said, peering at him over the top of her bifocals. “I almost called the hospital.”

  Jensen smiled, shaking his head. “Always try my cell phone before the hospital.”

  He pulled his phone out to show her he had it with him. And also to show her what it was. Molly was as resistant to technology as Granddad.

  She raised an eyebrow to that, then looked down at the appointment book. “Luckily your first appointment is late.”

  As if cued by Molly’s comment, the bell on the front door rang as the patient and owner entered. Jensen turned to see Melanie, holding a very fat, very satisfied-looking tabby.

  “Hi, Jensen,” she said, offering him a warm smile. A smile that he couldn’t help noticing still held that hint of interest.

  His battered ego perked up at the look.

  “Hi there, Melanie.” He approached her, reaching out to the cat, scratching his neck and ears. “Who is this?”

  “Mort,” she said with a fond smile at the animal. “He’s in for his shots. And maybe a diet, too.”

  “He is a big boy,” Jensen agreed.

  “Well, as I told you, while I do love it here, I tend to be a little lonely. So I think I may dote on him a bit too much.”

  Jensen nodded at that, picking up on the mention of her being lonely. He didn’t comment, however. Instead, he turned to Molly.

  “My first patient is in.”

  “I see that,” she said, eyeing Melanie rather than the cat.

  Jensen gestured for Melanie to go ahead into the exam room. She did, saying hello to Molly on the way.

  “I’ll make sure you are not interrupted,” Molly called after him as he followed the blonde and her obese cat.

  He didn’t miss Molly’s pointed look as he closed the door.

  Was everyone in this town a damned matchmaker?

  Melanie set Mort on the table and smiled at Jensen.

  He smiled back, noticing her blond ponytail and fresh-faced beauty. In truth, it was hard to imagine she was finding West Pines lonely. She should have lots of dates.

  He turned to the counter where all his supplies were stored, as well as a sink and other necessities for a veterinarian’s exam room. He got his stethoscope and otoscope, and crossed over to Mort. And Melanie.

  She cooed to the cat, helping hold the beast while he checked the cat’s ears and eyes. He noticed that Melanie had a nice voice, a little high. Higher than Elizabeth’s huskier tone.

  He frowned as h
e continued to examine the cat. He’d told himself he was just going to let Elizabeth go. There was no point thinking about her. The yellow Post-it note said it all. She didn’t want to see him again. There was nowhere to go with that. Nowhere. So what was the point of thinking about her? He hardly knew her, anyway.

  And in truth, she wasn’t his type. He glanced at Melanie, who continued to murmur at her cat. Brian and Jill had been right when they’d asked her to join them that night at the karaoke bar. She was his type.

  And now that he was back on the horse, so to speak, then maybe he should consider asking her out.

  “Looks good,” he told her as he left to go prepare the feline’s inoculations, and by the time he’d returned to the room, he’d decided a date with Melanie held a lot of merit.

  As he injected the cat with the first of three shots, and the large animal laid back his ears and shot him a look designed to kill, he asked Melanie offhandedly, “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in going out this Friday night?”

  Elizabeth stood in the middle of her kitchen, trying to remember why she’d come into the room. She kept doing this-headed somewhere with something in mind, but when she got there, she had no idea what she’d been after. It was frustrating-and it was unnerving.

  She wandered back to the living room and sat down on the couch. She reached for the TV remote and flipped the set on. Conversation filled the room, followed by an irritating laugh track. She turned the television off.

  God, why couldn’t she focus? Why couldn’t she seem to think straight at all? She got up and paced the room. She was surprised the wood floor didn’t have a path worn into it. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. Anything but Jensen.

  She hadn’t seen him for three days. Every day it grew harder to stay away. But she knew she had to-she couldn’t risk shifting around him again.

  She knew she had to work on her research, too, but she hadn’t gotten much of anything done. She was clumsy and distracted, and all she managed to do was make a mess of any of her still-viable cell samples. Now she’d have to wait to draw more blood right before the full moon. That was when the cell definition was most apparent. That was the blood she needed.

  So all she did was pace and fixate, but this agitation wasn’t like it had been. Her body, while it did miss Jensen, didn’t feel like it had a life of its own. Now, she just felt like she… missed him. She wanted to see him and talk to him. And yes, touch him, too. But…

  Suddenly the phone rang, the loud jingle in the quiet house actually causing her to jump.

  “Hello?” she said breathily into the receiver, once she’d managed to calm herself enough to answer it.

  “Hey, sis.” It was Sebastian.

  Elizabeth tamped down the disappointment at hearing her brother’s voice. She didn’t want it to be Jensen. She didn’t. What good would it do if it was?

  “Hi, Sebastian. How are you?”

  There was silence on the other end. “Elizabeth, are you all right?”

  She probably sounded as frazzled as she felt.

  “Sure. I’m fine.”

  “Okay.” He sounded unconvinced. “Well, I was calling to tell you that Mina and I are planning to visit on Friday. We’d like to see you.”

  Elizabeth tried to feel excited, but instead she felt dread. She was in no shape to see her brothers.

  “Is Rhys coming, too?” God, she really couldn’t see her oldest brother, the one who’d been her brother, her father, her champion. She’d failed him the most, and with what had happened over the past two weeks, she had totally failed him. Rhys would never know about Jensen, of course. But she knew. She knew her whole sordid past.

  “No. Rhys and Jane are all wrapped up in the adoption.”

  That statement actually dragged Elizabeth out of her miserable thoughts.

  “Adoption?”

  “Yes. Can you believe that Jane convinced Rhys that he’d make a great dad?”

  “He would be a great dad.” He’d been a great dad to her.

  “Oh, I agree,” Sebastian said readily. “I just didn’t think Jane would ever get him to let go of the whole ‘undead with razor-sharp fangs and insatiable blood lust’ thing. She’s a serious miracle-worker. I just hope he doesn’t take to wearing cardigans and smoking a pipe.”

  That image of her handsome older brother did manage to make her smile. A rusty laugh even escaped her lips.

  “You laugh, but I caught him watching Mister Rogers the other day. He actually TiVoed it.”

  She laughed again, realizing talking to Sebastian was helping. Maybe being alone with her thoughts wasn’t the best idea. Of course, if she left her house she’d been afraid of where she’d end up. She knew where she’d end up.

  “So what’s bringing you here this weekend?” she asked, stopping her repeated pacing of the kitchen floor. She actually sat down-and didn’t feel the immediate need to stand and move again.

  “Mina and I are groupies.”

  Okay, whatever she’d expected Sebastian to say, that wasn’t it. “What?”

  “Groupies. Mina and I are really into this band called The Impalers, and we’ve been going to most of their shows on the East Coast. I convinced Christian and Jolee to book them at the karaoke bar.”

  “Really?” She didn’t know why she was surprised. It wasn’t as if Sebastian hadn’t done the same thing back in the 1800s. He’d loved music then, too. He’d always pushed Rhys to hire this one quartet for their house parties-the first musicians to break their violins at the end of a particularly rousing waltz.

  “Mina is totally into these guys. I’m actually more than a little jealous. But she’s a wild woman in bed after a show, so I suffer through them.”

  Another burst of laughter escaped Elizabeth. “Okay, I don’t even want to know about that.”

  “TMI?” Sebastian asked with a laugh of his own.

  Elizabeth frowned for a minute, unsure what the letters stood for-then she pieced it together.

  “Yes, definitely too much information.”

  But even with that info, Elizabeth realized she would like to see her old friend. Mina-or Wilhelmina, as Elizabeth had known her-had been her roommate, neither of them realizing that while they shared an apartment in Manhattan, Mina was falling for her long-lost brother.

  She suddenly wanted to see Mina very badly. She didn’t think she’d tell her about the weirdness with Jensen, but it would just be nice to see her friend and maybe feel like she had when they’d lived together. Not obsessed with a man she had to let go.

  “Sure,” she said, her voice already sounding less scattered to her. “I’d love to see you guys.”

  “Good. See you Friday.”

  By Friday, Jensen was seriously wondering why he’d decided to ask Melanie out. Jill had called three times. Her calls were guised as vet questions about her two-year-old golden retriever, who apparently kept eating miscellaneous plants and articles of clothing.

  But concern for the gluttonous dog always veered toward Melanie’s favorite things, whether it be food, flowers, or wine. Brian had stopped by the office to see how he was-feeling around for info about why he’d asked Melanie out. And even his granddad had gotten wind of the date, and not so subtly left condoms on the back of the upstairs toilet.

  He’d done the same thing the night before Jensen had taken Katie to the senior prom. Jensen had thought the gesture was cool that time. He’d also had the opportunity to use two. This time, he left the prophylactics where he’d found them. He wasn’t going to be having sex with Melanie.

  Although as he got ready for the date, showering, shaving, finding the appropriate clothes, his gaze kept going back to the box of condoms. He should have had those for his times with Elizabeth.

  She said she was on something, but he’d noted a distinct look of discomfort on her part. He wanted to trust her, but something didn’t seem right. Part of him wanted to go back to her house and ask her again, watching her reaction closely. But then another part, the part with the
wounded ego, remembered the cold little sticky note. Short and to the point.

  He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, making sure his plain blue button-down shirt looked wrinkle-free and appropriate. Then he headed into his bedroom to get his shoes.

  As he sat on the bed and untied his plain black oxfords, he glanced at the picture still on his nightstand. A picture of himself and Katie, right before they headed to New York for him to enter college. He used to look at the photo every day, stopping to consider all that his stupidity and ineptness had cost him. He realized he’d barely noticed the picture in over a week.

  He stared at Katie’s cheery smile, her pale blond hair cascading over her shoulders like a halo of pure sunlight. She looked like the girl next door, the wholesome beauty, a woman who was beautiful both inside and out. And she had been, but she’d also hidden a lot of pain behind her sweet smile.

  What would she think of what had happened over the past two weeks? Not even two weeks, although oddly he felt like Elizabeth had been part of his life for much longer.

  “What would you think, Katie-did?” he asked the smiling image. Then he picked up the frame, staring into her gray-blue eyes as if he would find an answer there.

  He stared for a moment longer, then carefully placed it back on his nightstand. He returned to tying his shoes.

  Going out with Melanie was the right thing to do. He realized that. She was the type Katie would have picked for him. The type of woman who would want the same things he did. A house, a family, contentment.

  Immediately his mind returned to Elizabeth. Wild Elizabeth. She wouldn’t want those things. Even if she was interested in him, theirs was a relationship that was eventually doomed to fail. Then he remembered the hominess of her house. The embroidered wall hangings. The things he wouldn’t have expected to see in her place. But then, there was no saying any of that was Elizabeth’s. And there was no point even speculating on the future. He had none with Elizabeth.

  “You’re right,” he said to the picture, as if Katie had answered him. “Melanie is the right choice.”

  The smart choice. The safe choice.