Dueling Moons: A Pat Wyatt Novel (The Pat Wyatt Series Book 2) Read Free Page A

looks could kill,” he whispered, brushing my hair out of my face.
    “Are you dead yet?”
    “My love, I am already dead,” he said in my ear. “Give into me like you gave into the wolf.”
    My jaw clenched, “Never! Why don’t you go back to Jessica and pull this kind of shit on her?”
    “Cursing now, are we? I do miss your surliness,” he said against my lips.
    “Back away before I stake you,” I whispered, the threat not at all convincing.
    “It will not be before I kiss you.” He moved his lower body closer to mine, and for a split second, I wanted him to kiss me. Then I regained my senses.
    I broke a low branch off the tree and placed the tip of it right in front of his nonexistent heart. “Want to bet?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he backed away.
    His smirk vanished and he held up his hands. “This I do not miss.”
    “You’re going to miss a lot more if you don’t back up,” I told him as I walked forward, making him step back even further than before. “So glad we understand each other. Now get the hell out of my mind.”
    The smirk was back. “Very well, but remember I will be watching you.”
    “Not if your afterlife depends on it.”
    “Empty threats,” he said with a chuckle, “I miss them, too.” His body shimmered and disappeared.
    I woke with a start, making poor Mike fall off the bed again. I looked over the side, biting my lip. “Oh.” I grimaced. “Are you all right?” I asked, as he went to his knees.
    He rubbed the back of his head and winced. “I’m okay, bébé. It’s just my skull.”
    I pouted, opening my arms. “Aw. Come here and let me kiss it.” He jumped back into bed, tilting his head so I could kiss where it hit the floor. Then he placed his arms around my waist and pulled me to him so we were face to face.
    “Did you have a bad dream?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear.
    “It wasn’t exactly a dream. More like a different reality.”
    His smile vanished. “Sam,” he hissed. “That son of a bitch!”
    I could almost see the flames burn behind his eyes. He was so upset. But I patted his cheek, trying to sooth him. “Mike,” I whispered. “Calm down.”
    “I’ve got to call, Kathryn,” he said, closing his eyes for a moment. “She’ll know what to do.”
    I frowned at that. “We can’t,” I said, and his eyes shot open. “She’s gone.”
    His face softened, and he started to look worried. “Oh, no. Really?”
    I sighed, placing my hand on his shoulder. “I’m afraid so, my wolf.”
    “I guess it’s official,” he huffed, placing his head on my chest.
    “What is?” I asked, feeling my brows knit together. He wasn’t making any sense.
    He rubbed his rough cheek against my breast. “I have to rejoin the pack.”
    “Wait,” I paused, pulling his head up by his hair. “Are you saying that you weren’t going to before? That you just promised me you would because you wanted to have sex?”
    “N…No,” he stammered, trying to recover from his major screw up. “T…That isn’t what I meant at all.”
    “Please,” I hissed, “do explain.”
    He scrunched up his face, closed one eye, and made sort of a smiling grimace. “I got nothin’.”
    I pushed him off me, and he rolled to the floor once again. “How dare you,” I screamed, getting up off the bed and wrapping myself in the sheet. Now, he knows I have a short fuse, and he also knows that I do not tolerate liars. So he should have known that I wouldn’t be able to talk to him until I cooled down, but he tried anyway.
    “Bébé,” he said, scrambling to his feet. “I’m sorry.”
    I held up my index finger, shaking my head. I didn’t want to speak to him, so I walked out into the living room, and he followed.
    “Bébé! Listen to me.”
    I faced him, folded my arms, and tapped my foot on the floor, waiting for an explanation. His eyes went wide and he quickly looked down at his feet. He knew he was in big trouble.
    I pursed my lips and said, “I’m