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“Am I going to change?  Like
he did?”
    “Like Jacob,
do you mean?”
    Jacob. 
The werewolf you just had sex with is named Jacob.  Good to know.   “Yes.”
    “No.  You carry
wolf, so someone in your family was one of us, but not enough to change.  It’s
not something you can catch.  We're not a disease.”
    She closed
her eyes in relief.  She was sure she would know if anybody in her family
turned into a wolf, but that was for later.  The rest she could deal with,
somehow.  Next on her list: She was sore and smelly from the sex.  Clearly, she
was not going to make it back to her room with any speed, nor was she all that
interested in running into any more crazed werewolves to get there. 
    She headed
for the warm water of the Caribbean and walked in fully dressed without pause
until she could submerge completely.  She came back up with a gasp.  It hurt
where the salt hit the scratches and bites, not to mention her more tender
bits, but it was worth the sting to feel the weightless water crashing over
her.  She would not feel clean until she had soap and a shower but this was
definitely better than sitting around leaking a strange werewolves cum and
smelling like sex.  
    Before she
went under a second time, Linc was there with a shout, yanking her into his
arms.  She sputtered wiping the stinging salt water out of her eyes and looked
around for the emergency.
    “What?  What
did you see?” she asked, clinging to his neck and looking around for the
threat.
    What now,
Vampires?   She didn’t see anything but empty beach and crashing waves.
    “Taking your
life is not the answer,” he said.  Becca whipped her gaze up to his cool grey
one.  This close she could see he had slightly slanted eyes.  It added an
exotic cast to his features.
    “Taking my
life?”  She wiggled in his arms to get down.  She was suddenly a lot angrier
then the moment called for.  “I’m not trying to drown myself you imbecile.  I’m
just trying to get clean.”
    “Oh,” he
said looking a bit sheepish.  Then he froze, leaning his face down and starting
to inhale.  Becca grabbed his nose none to gently before he could get a full
breath. 
    “No,” she
said distinctly with her hand firmly clamped down.  “You are not going to smell
me and turn all horny wolf on me.  You will put me down and go back to the
beach and then you will keep your distance.  I don’t care if you have to hold
your breath until you turn blue and die, I. cannot. Handle. Any. More. Right. Now.” 
She studied his face.  His eyes were still a soft grey but she wasn’t taking
any chances.  “Blink if you understand.” 
    He blinked
and she carefully moved her hand ready to grab his nose again if he looked like
he wanted to breath anywhere near her.  He opened his arms and dropped her back
into the water with a splash.  By the time she sputtered her way to the surface
again he was back where he started. 
    Becca was
still in the water trying to drown out her scent when Griffin arrived.  She was
too busy floating on salty waves to notice.
     “How is she
handling it?” Griffin asked, without taking his eyes off Becca bobbing in the
water.
    “Better than
we are,” Linc answered also with his eyes on Becca.  “She asked me if she was
going to change like Jacob did.  When I told her no she went for a swim.  I
thought she was trying to drown herself.  She called me an imbecile.”  Linc
smiled then, his eyes full of admiration.
    Griffin’s
brow went up “She must not realize that you’re one of us.”
    “Oh she
knows.  When I tried to save her from drowning, I got a whiff.  My wolf was trying
to get another one when she grabbed my nose and told me that I was not going to
turn into a horny wolf.  That I was to go back to the beach and hold my breath
till I die if necessary.”
    Griffin
barked out a laugh and Linc chuckled along with him.  Then they both turned
serious at nearly the same time.  Linc meeting Griffin’s