Page 52 of Touched By Moonlight

“Stephan, what happened with theFae?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it. It…hurts too much. Let’s just say she betrayed me and ruined mylife.”

Knowing how deeply betrayal hurt, wishing I didn’t know from personal experience, I went to him and opened my arms. He hesitated at first and then entered my embrace, burying his head against myshoulder.

“We’re a ragtag bunch of misfits,” he mumbled. “Welcome to our home, the crazy assortment ofoddities.”

“You’re not peculiar. Or crazy. You’re simply different.” I stroked his back. “So am I. I’m a Fae without a colony, without a home. I have no real home. Notanymore.”

He lifted his head and kissed my cheek. “You can have one here, with us,Sienna.”

“In a wolfpack?”

“Not just a wolf pack. You could easily fit in and be one ofus.”

For a moment, the generous offer tempted me. No more running from my enemies. And then I laughed inside. Fit in?Me.

Never.

I gently untangled myself from his embrace. “Let me know when I can see the sculpture. I’m quiteinterested.”

I left the workshop, feeling the heavy weight of Stephan’s disappointment hover in the air. Stephan might think himself different for not being anything more than what he was – a wolf – when heate.

But I was something far more dangerous and I could never fitin.

With this pack or anyoneelse.