Wolf Sirens Night Fall: What Rises Must Fall (Wolf Sirens #3) Read Free Page B

stood before me wearing a purple
bra.
    “Pants,” I
nodded and my lips tightened. Again she shot Tisane a help-me
expression and then hesitantly she unbuttoned and removed her
Jeans, sliding them down. To reveal white floral underpants.
    “That’s
enough.” I gestured a hand out for her to still. “Stand up.”
     
    She carefully
straightened her pale legs. I marched around her running my eyes
along her skin in the silence as she held her breath.
    I felt a
sensation in the bottom of my stomach. Tisane was right, she wasn’t
a wolf, I could see a tiny scar on her lower back, it was small but
it was enough. I came to a halt and ran my eyes up her body one
more vigilant time. I sighed, “Put your things on.”
    She pulled up
her trousers. As she tugged her jumper on again, I cut to the chase
“What’s with the Bandaid?”
    She looked
wide-eyed, but before the girl could reply Tisane answered clearing
her throat, “That’s my fault.” I looked at her questioning. “I
nicked her to see the blood. It was clear,” she offered. I was
impressed, but I didn’t show it.
    “Why are you
here?” There was a hard edge to my tone.
    The girl slid
on her glasses, her eyes fell. “I was looking for Tisane.”
Cautiously her wide gaze lifted and met my face.
    “She came for a
reading,” Tisane confirmed, “that’s all.”
    “Who is with
you?” I asked, searching the windows for trouble. I was keeping my
eyes peeled.
    “No one, I came
alone,” she rasped with a woeful expression as the words died on
her lips.
    “How old are
you?”
    She looked
guilty and shifted a little. “Fifteen,” she mumbled, “and a half,”
she admitted, bravely meeting my face.
    I looked her up
and down, it seemed about right. Maybe she was too young to be a
wolf, anyway. “And you came here uninvited in the middle of the
night despite the curfew? All the way from Shade?” I tapered my
stare. “By yourself?”
    “No, Tarah,”
she corrected, looking to Tisane as though she would help her.
    “From Tarah?
And you claim you ran here?” My eyes narrowed like slits now,
suspicious, focused on her every twitch.
    “Yes, I did,”
she said shifting.
    It didn’t smell
right. Someone had sent her. “Alone?” I tensed my jaw and grasped
my gun. “Why?” The line of my jaw tightened. Any sign that she was
a wolf, any hint and I would shoot her dead in a second flat. No
one traipsed the forest, let alone by themselves. Not in Shade, not
unless they had a death wish.
    “I don’t know.
I wanted to know what was wrong…with me.” Her waiting eyes dimmed
and then met mine, hopeful.
    I decided to
believe her for the time being. My fingers relaxed. “When did you
realize you were different?” Intrigued, my hand released the
grip.
    “I started to
notice it a few months ago,” she pouted. She reached and slid her
glasses back up her nose. I noticed that her short nails were
painted pink and chipping.
    “Do you know
what you are?”
    “No,” she said
hesitantly.
    A small chuckle
escaped under my breath that stopped abruptly in frustration. “Tell
me, what you’ve noticed?” I rubbed my ear.
    “I have
energy.” She lifted her shoulders slightly, thinking. “I am
strong.” She concluded.
    “She broke a
plate.” Tisane encouraged. My expression must have been perplexed
“With her bare hands. Clean in half. She is stronger than you would
imagine.” She seemed insistent.
    I indulged
Tisane’s claims. Walking over to the kitchen I saw the floral plate
broken in two on the dining table, a knife with blood on the tip
and an uneaten plate of cake. I wouldn’t be easily placated. “If
she’s strong she could be wolf.” I announced the obvious to the
broken pieces and touched my finger to the crimson drop on the
table. I swirled my forefinger and thumb and examined the blood. I
raised my voice addressing the girl. “Tell me, do you know about
the wolves?”
    Again Tisane
answered, “She doesn’t.” I ignored her.
    “Do you have
any