The Witch Who Cried Wolf

by Sarah Makela

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ethan

  The light turned green, and I punched the gas. After nearly going to bed with Mia, I couldn’t be there anymore. She was still in a relationship, for fuck’s sake, and yet if her asshole boyfriend hadn’t called, I’d have carried her to my bedroom and made love to her.

  Regardless of her relationship status, I’d been tempted to, and that didn’t fit my morals. Yet the beast inside me—who was growing stronger by the day since I’d been scratched—didn’t care. It knew she was meant for us, not him.

  The cold shower had only helped so much. If I’d stayed there, I might’ve pursued it. The emotions I had for her were at a fever pitch. My hands clenched the steering wheel until the metal groaned.

  Fuck!

  I looked down at the wheel to see awkward dents in it. How was I going to explain this?

  I drove straight to the Connery State Park. There were hiking trails, and maybe if the beast connected with nature, it’d calm down.

  A rumbling growl bubbled in my throat. The idea was absurd, but what worried me the most was sitting at the table with Mia and her boyfriend tomorrow on Christmas Eve, of all times. After our intimate moment, I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t keep my eyes off her.

  While she didn’t want to hurt Greg’s feelings, my own were raw with the need to be with her.

  Sucking in a breath of fresh air, I opened myself a little more to the beast, letting him guide me deeper into the forest.