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Blind Wolf (A Werewolf BBW Shifter Romance #1) Page 2
Author: Aubrey Rose

"That's it for today," Damien said. He had a look of disappointment on his face, and Julia didn't know why. "Thanks."

"No problem," she said. "Do you need me to, um, show you out?"

"I'll manage," he said, lifting the wood cane in front of him. "This got me in the library, it'll get me out."

"Oh, of course," Julia said, blushing again. "Sure."

"Thanks for your help," Damien said. "Julia, right?"

"Yes," she said. He offered a hand in front of her, and she took it timidly. His large fingers enveloped her palm and squeezed tightly. The warmth seemed to burn her skin, and he held on for a moment too long.

"It was nice to meet you, Julia," the man said. He walked off, his cane sweeping the ground in front of him. Julia's eyes tracked him to the end of the hallway...where a tall, slim blonde girl stood, leaning against the wall. She looked a few years younger than Julia, maybe a freshman here at the college. Damien stumbled as he walked toward her, but she didn't so much bother as uncross her arms.

"There you are!" she said, grinning at him. "Took you long enough!"

"I've got the books," Julia heard Damien say. Her heart tore apart as he held out his arm and the girl latched onto him. She tossed her hair and looked back at Julia, her eyes narrowing as she led Damien away.

He was out of your league, anyway, Julia thought. But the idea didn't help stop the tears from brimming over her eyelashes. She couldn't help but feel that her Prince Charming was walking out of her life, maybe forever, on the arm of a gorgeous, thin princess. Blinking hard, she turned back to her work and tried to forget the face of the blind man who had smiled at her so charmingly.

CHAPTER TWO

Damien

Damien felt her presence before he heard her. At first he thought that he was going crazy or having some kind of mental hallucination. He felt her frustration like an aura of emotion swirling around his own heart, and when she collided with the two college boys in the hallway he felt a jolt of embarrassment, as surely as if he had been embarrassed himself. By the time he realized what was happening, he had already swiveled his body around to listen better. Her voice. He needed to hear her voice. If she was who he thought she was—

"...stop feeling sorry for yourself..."

He heard the words resonate inside of his brain, echoing almost. It made him dizzy. He could picture her mouth in his mind, her full lips shaping the words. She sounded young, certainly younger than him. She sounded beautiful. In his mind an image swirled in his brain—fuzzy around the edges, but with a general outline of her long-lashed eyes, her flowing hair.

His nostrils flared slightly at her anger, and as he stepped forward to talk to her he suddenly found himself growing nervous. Was this the Calling that he felt? If so, that meant that this town was already occupied by wolves, and his pack would likely have to move on. But if it was the Calling—if he had found his mate—then she might come with him. The echoing sound of her voice and the emotive awareness gave him courage. Surely she would feel the same towards him, at least at first. Once she saw his face and knew about his deformity, she might very well decide that it was not worth it. She might choose another mate, one that was stronger, whole, if not emotionally as connected to her. But he had a shot.

As he spoke to her he felt her emotions shift rapidly. Anger, shame, a stifled desire. He could smell her perfume, a lovely violet scent, but underneath that was the scent of lust, a deeper, earthier smell that called to him and made his body react in response to hers. He suppressed his mounting desire and tried to make small talk, but it seemed that she did not share the connection with him. He found an excuse to touch her elbow and it shocked him. Her emotions, once they were in contact, were as clear as day to him. All of her feelings overlaid his own, separate but joined. She did not feel it, though, or perhaps she was ignoring her feelings because of his disability.

When she told him her name, he rolled the syllables around on his tongue as though tasting them. Julia. She had to be the one, he knew it. Yet she talked to him like he was a human, like she couldn't sense the intricate connection that had already started to grow and tangle between them. And then, after teasing her about werewolves and getting nothing in response, he realized what was wrong. It wasn't that she thought he was human at all.

She was human.

The Calling was wrong. The thought ran through his mind and was abandoned just as quickly. It couldn't be. Sure, sometimes couples would have different intensities of Calling, and sometimes wolves would settle for someone they weren't mates with at all for practical reasons, but he had always heard that once you found your true mate, it was obvious on both sides that it was a perfect match.

And there was never, never a Calling that would match a wolf and a human as mates. It was simply impossible.

Yet there she was.

He turned away from her reluctantly, feeling the connection between them stretch and untangle as he walked down the hallway. He heard Katherine's heels clicking on the tile floor long before the human girl saw her. As soon as Julia noticed who was picking him up, he felt a shock wave of sorrow from her, so strong that even at a distance it hit him hard in the chest. He gasped, stumbling forward. How could she not feel this connection?

Even though he knew his eyes were blind, he could not help but ache to turn and look at Julia one last time. To picture the image floating in his mind of what she was like. To reach out to her heart. She was hurting, and there was nothing he could do to stop that pain.

She was human, after all. And humans and wolves never mixed.

"What are you so lost in thought about?" Katherine said, opening the car door for him. He got in and set his cane down between his legs, leaning his head back against the seat. Dull twinges of pain were all that remained of Julia's hurt and anger. Already the encounter seemed like a dream. He had met his mate, and she was human.

"Nothing," he said. "Just wondering if this is the right town for us."

"Jordan thinks it's a good area," Katherine said. "It's a bad economy, so lots of the houses are for sale cheap. And a college town is perfect. With so many people coming and going, nobody will pay any attention to us."

"Hmm, maybe," Damien said. "Let's see if the wildlife is anything to be reckoned with." He opened the audiobook and popped the CD into the car stereo. Werewolves didn't need to eat other animals, but fresh meat was definitely a plus. Damien really just wanted to make sure there weren't any other packs that would come through the area. Bears and wolves both would pose a problem, whether they were shifter packs or not.

"It's fine. Jordan smelled deer in the forest when he went out scouting today. And no other wolves, not a single one," Katherine said, driving quickly down the streets and making a sharp turn. Damien hated being in the passenger seat when she was driving, not knowing when the next turn would throw him up against the window made him irritable.

"He can't smell migratory patterns," Damien said, fast-forwarding the audiobook to the Chapter on large predators in the wild. "Who's to say that there aren't other packs coming through in the winter? Their smells would be gone by now."

"You don't want to settle anywhere," Katherine said.

"I want to settle," Damien growled. "For two years I've been trying to find the pack a place to settle. But you of all people should know that we need to find a place without other wolves."

Katherine shut up at that. Damien could hear her manicured fingernails scratching at the scar that ran across her entire stomach. She'd been left for dead, and she was well aware of the dangers of other packs. But occasionally she could be overconfident. Damien frowned, thinking about how he had connected with the human girl. He had to rewind the audiobook three times before he could focus enough to find out the important facts: that this area was clear of wolves for miles, and that the town that Jordan and Katherine had apparently fallen in love with was the perfect spot to live in. Except for one thing.

She lived here too.

CHAPTER THREE

Julia

Julia got back to the house just as the sun was starting to set. The dim rays seemed to set the branches of the pines on fire, the red and orange light casting halos on the trees. The river through the mountains shone red, too, and Julia paused on the porch, looking out onto the wide field of her grandmother's property. Her eye caught the sign that the bank had stuck in the front of their yard: Foreclosure. She frowned and went into the house as the sun dipped down lower and lower behind the darkened trees.

Her grandmother was standing in the kitchen, her arms covered in flour.

"Hi there, Julia," she said, leaning over to plant a kiss on Julia's cheek.

"Hey Granny Dee," Julia said. "What are you up to?"

"Just getting ready for breakfast tomorrow," Dee said, her eyes bright. "We had two new guests check in!"

"Oh, awesome!" Julia said. The bed and breakfast had been dwindling ever since the foreclosure sign went up in the front yard. Not many people wanted to stay in a place that was being foreclosed on, no matter how cozy and comfortable.

"How was working at the library today?"

"It was fine. Busy." Julia smiled as she thought about the encounter with the blind man.

"I don't think you've ever smiled before when talking about work," Granny Dee said. "Something happened today. Tell me about it."

"You don't miss a thing," Julia said, letting the grin run over her face. "No, it was just this cute guy who came in. But he has a girlfriend," she said quickly.

"I'm sure you could steal any boy away if you wanted to," Dee said. "Not that you would, of course. Is he a college student?"

"No," Julia said. "I'm not sure who he is. I haven't seen him before."

"A mysterious stranger," Dee said, her eyes twinkling. "Sounds fun!"

"Don't go making any wedding plans," Julia said, pushing herself away from the counter. "Do you need help with the pastries?"

"No, no, you just sit right down," Dee said. She pulled a pitcher from the fridge and poured two glasses, adding plenty of ice. "Here's something to take the heat off."

"Thanks," Julia said as her grandmother handed her the drink. She sipped it. "Mmm, is this lemonade? What makes it red?"

"It's a watermelon and raspberry lemonade," her grandmother said proudly. "Went out and got a melon for lunch but didn't know what to do with the rest of it. So, lemonade!"

"It's delicious," Julia said. She gulped down the drink quickly.

"Oh, and one of the men from the bank stopped by," Dee said, too casually.

"From the bank?"

"He said that the proceedings are going forward in two months," Dee said. "I didn't want to worry you about it, but—"

"But I sent them the money for last month's mortgage!"

"It's something about the property tax also being late," Dee said. "Julia, I don't know if we can keep this up."

"We can handle it," Julia said. "I'll try to get more shifts at the library."

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