Page 8 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Ethan***

My heart pounds in my ears. My heavy breathing—or panting

would be a better word—inflates and deflates my chest at an alarming rate. Look

at me! Lurking in the woods like a common stalker. I arrest people for less

than what I’m doing now. I can’t help it, though; I needed to see her. She

almost saw me, too. It’s a good thing I’m fast. I circle the house, watching

her move inside. She’s so beautiful, so graceful. A lump rises in my throat as

she removes her robe. She stretches her hands above her head, and the T-shirt she’s

wearing rides up, making her bare legs glisten in the light from her lamp. I

see a hint of her underwear and almost howl in desperation. Then, I sense

another wolf heading my way. Charlie. I assume the dominant posture, tail up,

legs stiff, ears erect and forward. In this form, our communication is

telepathic, so I address him without turning around.

What are you doing here, Charlie?

I’m your beta, where else would I be?

This doesn’t concern you.

You can’t be here, Ethan.

I spin to face him, my anger rising.

You think I don’t know that? I changed, and I didn’t even

know where I was going until I got here. I’ve always been able to control him,

but….

I turn back around, desperate to catch one last glimpse of

her, but her lights are out.

Let’s go, Ethan.

Head down, I quietly follow behind him.