Ghost Wolf: Paranormal Shifter Romance (ComeShift Series Book 1)

by Sky Winters

  “Trisha,” he whispered when he saw her.

  “Just go Calvin,” she told him. “As if I wasn’t confused enough, you have made things even worse for me.”

  “Oh, but you have been mistaken,” he told her as he gripped her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him.

  “You said you wanted this child, and then you don’t turn up. Is that what I’m to expect? Your mind swaying back and forth indefinitely?”

  “Trisha, it wasn’t deliberate,” he defended. He let go of her and wiped his hand down his face. “I…this wasn’t an easy decision for me.”

  “It still isn’t for me,” she replied flatly. “How are you going to be a father when you are running around with a gang? I should have known better,” she said and began to walk off.

  He grabbed her by the arm and stopped her. “I gave it up,” he said.

  She froze after he spoke, and then turned around. “Excuse me?” Her eyes were hopeful, but still reluctant to believe what she thought he was saying.

  “That’s what I was doing these last few days,” he replied. “After I found out, I knew I couldn’t risk losing another child, and I knew you wouldn’t want me if I was still riding with the gang. So, I gave it up.”

  Fresh tears stared springing into her eyes, and she quickly brushed them away. “Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

  He smiled and took her face in his hand. “I want this,” he told her. “You, our baby, and everything in between.” She felt paralyzed, and then her knees started to buckle. He caught her when he saw her swoon, and pulled her to him. “I got you,” he told her.

  They stood there on the pavement, at the corner of the street, and as the world went about its business, and the people passed them by, they remained fixed in the universe they had created. Calvin looked into her eyes, smoothed her check with the back of his index finger, and then his lips found hers. Trisha was never one to display emotions outwardly, or encourage public shows of affection. At the moment, she didn’t seem to mind doing either. She held onto Calvin, and received his kiss gladly. He crushed her to him, and transformed her earlier pain and anxiety to euphoric bliss.

  When he let go the tears were still coming. He chuckled and wiped them away with his thumb. “You have a lot of those,” he joked.

  She sniffled and leaned back. “I guess so,” she said.

  He put his arms around her shoulder and led her away. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

  The two walked off home, an unlikely duo, attracting the attention of a few passersby. But they were incognizant of it as they basked in their newfound happiness.

  ************

  “What are the odds?” she asked Calvin as the two sat together on the park bench. Aiden was busy chasing the neighbor’s dog and rolling around as he lost the battle continuously.

  “What?” he asked, a contented sound pervading his mood.

  “That you and I would be sitting here, doing this,” she said and leaned so she could rest her head on his shoulder.

  He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and his hand moved over her stomach that was now six months old. She no longer held the job at the bar, for obvious reasons. Calvin had sold his apartment for a bigger one, and the two were to move in together the following week.

  “Neither did I,” he replied eventually. “I mean, I knew I didn’t want to be the head of the Devils for too long, but I didn’t see this coming.”

  Trisha sighed contentedly, and smiled as she watched her older child. Life would not be perfect, and she didn’t wish for it. But they had each other, and at the moment, she needed nothing else.

  THE END

  Outlaw’s Baby

  Changing lanes turned out to be harder than she thought as Joy signaled to the sleepy, oblivious drivers surrounding her that her exit was coming up. She found herself suppressing a short burst of anger toward them, until finally someone waved her in front of them. She smiled appreciatively, startled to discover that it was a friend of hers from high school, Mary Anne Jenkins. They didn't have time to acknowledge their bond as Joy pulled in front of her, onto the exit that would lead her to her rural hometown.

  She hadn't been back home in over ten years. She'd been desperate to get out of the small town where it seemed like nobody could possibly understand her. They were all so close minded and simple, and there was a whole world out there that they couldn't possibly imagine. She felt an ache in her chest as she drove, passing by familiar landmarks as if they were images from an ancient dream. She hadn't known how much she would miss it, spending all her time in the city, meeting one wrong man after another. It had been exciting in its way, the adventure and danger of being with somebody so unpredictable and passionate, but all of them turned out to be far too self-absorbed, and wound up hurting her.

  When she phoned her sister and told her about where she was at—broke and stranded after a man had taken her for all she had and moved on to somebody else, her sister had been concerned.

  “You've been away from home for far too long,” Kayla said. “You forget what you deserve if you're not around the people who treat you right. Why don't you come and stay with me for a while?”

  The offer had made Joy cry, and the next day Kayla had wired her some money so that she could afford the trip back home. The asshole had robbed her blind. She'd thought he was different from the others, but he had been the worst one yet. His name was Gordon, and although he'd been sweet to her at first —they all were—it wasn't long before the viper in him came out. He was awful to her and had scarred her in more ways than one, especially the night he decided to take off with all of her things. She'd tried to defend herself but it hadn't gone well, and his looks had clearly told her that if she called the cops on him, they would find her and she wouldn't get away with it.

  She shuddered as she pulled into Kayla's driveway, his face in her thoughts until the screen door opened, and a tiny child hurtled toward her car. This must be her niece, Penny, a three year old bundle of energy. Kayla was bounding out shortly after, swiping the toddler up swiftly and carrying her over her shoulder as she approached Joy's beat up old car. Joy couldn't believe the old sucker had managed to make it through the long journey.

  “Joy!” Kayla exclaimed, pulling her sister into a bear hug. Penny squirmed and twisted so that she could hold tightly onto Joy's head. Joy normally didn't like children much, but the chubby little arms around her head melted her heart.

  “Hi sweetheart,” she said to Penny, planting a small kiss on top of her head.

  The little girl smiled shyly and buried her head into her mother's shoulder.

  “How was your trip?” Kayla asked as they carried Joy's few belongings into the house.

  “It was long. I didn't expect what they did to that park. It's kind of sad,” Joy said.

  “Yeah, they did that a while ago. I felt sad when I saw it the first time too. But you know, times change. They needed to do some maintenance and make sure none of the kids got hurt.”

  “We never got hurt!” Joy exclaimed.

  “Well, you know hover moms,” Kayla said with a wink, setting Penny down. Penny, a bundle of pure energy, was moving immediately, running into her little bedroom.

  “Thank God you're not like that,” Joy said, sighing.

  “She deserves to learn as much about the world as she can,” Kayla said with a shrug. “If you don't let them explore, it hurts them. Simple as that.”

  “Yeah...”

  Their conversation lulled as Joy looked around the living room. There was a picture of Kayla with her ex-husband Daniel holding a baby Penny between them. Kayla saw her looking and smiled sadly.

  “It's not fair for Penny if I don't keep that up. She still loves us both.”

  Kayla nodded as if she understood, but she couldn't imagine how hard that must have been for Kayla.

  “I would never be able to keep a picture of an ex up on my wall,” Joy said, shaking her head.

  “It's for the bab
y,” Kayla said with a shrug. “Besides, I like remembering that she came from a time of love, not the part that came afterwards. Anyway speaking of exes, did you hear about Zak?”

  Zak. Joy pulled to mind the image of scrawny Zak from high school, the only boy who had ever understood her rebellious spirit. He wasn't the most popular, being the class clown and always jumping in the middle of fights caused by bigger and stronger boys. He was always sporting a black eye from this or that, hoping to protect the kids who didn't deserve to be bullied. Unfortunately that got him bullied too. He had been cute, though. And clever. He was her first crush.

  “No, what about him?” she asked, worried that something bad may have happened to him. She could tell by the glimmer in her sister's eye that it was probably unlikely, but she couldn't help but worry.

  “Well, he's changed,” Kayla said mysteriously.

  “How has he changed?” Joy asked.

  “He's an outlaw,” Kayla said.

  “An outlaw?! How did that happen?”

  “You'd probably never recognize him on the streets if you passed him. He's bulked up a lot, put some meat on those bones. If you hadn't left right after high school, you would have been shocked. Anyway, I guess he fell into the wrong crowd, and now they kind of hole up at the edge of town, acting like they own the place. I don't know what kinds of things he does, but the cops pretend he's not there. Probably paid them off or something.”

  “Wow, I never would have guessed that. He had such a gentle way about him,” Joy said, her curiosity burning. She would have to avoid him, though. If the past ten years in the city had taught her anything, it was that bad boys were not for her.

  “I know, it surprised us all. But you can see him riding around here on his motorcycle, scaring people into doing what he wants. I don't know how that happened, he used to be so reasonable.”

  “Things definitely do change,” Joy said thoughtfully, gazing into the distance.

  “Here!” Penny shouted. She had suddenly appeared from her bedroom, carrying an armful of her favorite toys. She dumped them into Joy's lap, her blue eyes shining.

  “Thank you,” Joy said with a laugh. That had been unexpected

  “She likes to share with people,” Kayla said apologetically, after Penny had disappeared again to rummage through her closet in case she forgot anything. “Especially people with good hearts.”

  “How would she know that?” Joy asked.

  “Kids just know,” Kayla said. They sat in silence and Joy sighed, reflecting on this and wondering if it was true.

  Chapter 2

  Staying with her sister brought back all kinds of old memories, and Joy found herself feeling more like herself than she had in the past ten years. They would stay up late gossiping and watching movies, taking turns playing with Penny and taking care of her. It was nice for Kayla to have a hand with baby responsibilities, and it was refreshing for Joy to be around people who didn't expect anything from her. She had been feeling depleted around others, but with these two, she could feel herself slowly starting to heal.

  Penny adored her, which was strange. She had always assumed kids wouldn't like her, but maybe that was because she had never been around many of them. She found herself warming up to the idea of motherhood the more she stayed with Kayla and Penny. They would always have each other, a friend who loved them through thick and thin. There was nothing more beautiful than that, she decided, and then laughed off the thought. It's not like she would have a chance to be a parent any time soon. She was going to take a long break from men, because with the way things were going lately, they would be nothing but bad news.

  “Joy, Penny and I are having dinner with Daniel tonight,” Kayla said, walking into the room as she put in an earring. “We do that sometimes. It's better to keep things civil, kind of stay in each other's lives. It helps Penny to see us getting along, and we can talk about how to take care of her the best, you know.”

  “Oh wow, that's pretty mature of you,” Joy said with a laugh. “Will Rebecca be there?”

  Kayla made a face and Joy laughed. Rebecca was Daniel's new girlfriend.

  “No, we decided it would be best if Penny didn't meet her unless they got serious. It would just confuse her.”

  “Smart move,” Joy said with a nod, and Kayla smiled at her.

  “Anyway, as always feel free to help yourself to whatever's in the fridge. Or you could go out, the old diner is still open. We'll be back kind of late so don't worry about that. We're going to the movies afterward.”

  “Okay, no problem,” Joy said.

  When Kayla and Penny were gone, the house seemed too quiet. Ever since she had arrived, she had been constantly surrounded by them. If Kayla was at work, she was home with Penny. If there were errands to run, they went together. It was like old times, fun and exciting. It was nice to have a sister again.

  But without Penny or Kayla, the house was too quiet and Joy began to feel like an outsider. She worried about how long she would be able to stay there without becoming a burden. She didn't have an income yet, though Kayla had gotten her a bunch of applications from shops around town. Joy had dutifully filled them out, and was waiting for Kayla's next day off, when they would go out on the town, return the applications, and treat Penny to ice cream.

  The more she thought about the old diner, the more curious she got. Once her stomach began to grumble and she felt hungry she picked up her brown leather jacket and tossed it on, hopping into her old car and heading toward the diner. She knew the way by heart, even though she had never been to Kayla's house before. The small town was surrounded by countryside, and only a couple of streets boasted shops. There was the main street, where most things were, and the diner was a bit further off, near the turnpike so that it could attract out of towners on the road and looking for some lunch.

  Chapter 3

  Joy hummed as she drove, her mind turning back to how strange it was that she was in her hometown again. Everything had seemed frozen in time in her mind, and when she noticed that something had changed, anything, she felt a protective surge. How dare they change her town? Although she had been desperate to disown it and get as far away as possible, it was still where her roots were, and she wanted it to stay the same way that it had been imprinted into her mind.

  Her favorite song on the radio began to play and she turned up the volume, singing along, feeling great as she soared down the country roads. She loved doing this as a teenager, there seemed to be no laws out on the open road, and she enjoyed feeling like she was completely alone, free to do as she pleased. The cops were rarely patrolling the country roads on the town’s outer limits, so she felt a rebellious old urge, familiar from her past, to speed her car up. She put pressure on the gas pedal and allowed herself to zoom down the road, singing her song loudly. She paused at a stop sign and glanced both ways before accelerating again.

  Unfortunately, her car stalled. She cursed and tried to turn the engine over, but it didn't work. She was stranded.

  “At least it's not too cold,” she told herself with a sigh, unbuckling her seatbelt to climb out of the car and lift up the hood of her car so she could take a look at her engine. Unfortunately she didn't have a clue what she was looking for, or even what she was looking at. She didn't have a cell phone, Gordon had stolen that from her too, and so she couldn't call out for help. All she could do was sit there, hoping somebody might notice her there. Or she could walk, but it would be a long walk, and if anybody stole her car, the last of her worldly possessions, she was sure to have a breakdown.

  She decided to stick with her clunky old car, and climbed back into the driver's seat. She put the four way lights on dutifully, hoping that somebody would pass soon to help her. The idea seemed impossible though – especially after living in the city for so long where nobody trusted anybody else, and for good reason. She decided to give it an hour of waiting before heading out to get some help.

  She tried to keep her mood light, knowing it wouldn't help anything if
she got upset. Unfortunately as the hour ticked by, she ran out of ways to amuse herself and sighed. She locked her car doors and began walking. It seemed a little dangerous, but she had a can of pepper spray tucked into her coat pocket and had taken self-defense classes after one of her terrible boyfriends had decided to sucker punch her one day for not doing what he said. After years of dating good for nothing men, she felt like she could take care of herself.

  As she walked, the temperature grew cooler and she shivered even though it was summer. She tried to distract herself by staring up at the moon. She hadn't seen the sky so clearly in years and years, and the bright glistening stars above her were enchanting. She paused, stopping suddenly to watch a shooting star fall through the sky. It was mesmerizing, and she found herself wishing subconsciously for somebody to help her.

  A rumble of an engine met her ears and she turned around, squinting into the headlights of a motorcycle. It slowed to a stop, pulling over to the side of the road. The dark silhouette of a mammoth man stepped off the bike and walked toward her, his bootfalls heavy and clinking. He must have been wearing chains.

  “That your car back there?” he called out, squinting at her. When he was close enough to make her out he stopped moving, his breath caught in his throat.

  “Joy?” he asked incredulously.

  She would have known that voice anywhere.

  “Zak...”

  The two of them stood staring at each other in the motorcycle's headlights. Finally, he shook his head with a laugh.

  “When did you get here?” he asked, his voice rolling with pleasure and suppressed laughter. It was a sound she knew well – he was sincerely pleased to see her.

  “About a week ago,” she said, walking forward. “I heard you're an outlaw now.”

  Now he let his laughter escape from his lips, strong and rumbling, piercing her. She was finally close enough to see him and eyed him up and down. Kayla hadn't exaggerated – Zak had definitely put on some muscle. His arms were hard and his face had grown chiseled and lean. Whatever baby fat he'd had the last time she'd seen him had melted into a firm, handsome face and grown and expanded into rippling muscle. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He'd grown a short beard, groomed tightly to his face, his dark hair grazing his shoulders.