Cook, Kris - Primal Desire [Texas Wolf Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Kris Cook Page B

right. He and Megan had just fought about her leaving to see her grandmother and sister. She’d relented, but at what cost? Still, Luke feared if he ever let Megan off his land and out of his sight, he might lose his mate forever.
    Rance looked him straight in the eyes. “You have to trust her, Luke. If she’s really yours, she’ll come home to you.”
    But in Luke’s experience, that wasn’t always the case.

    * * * *

    “Over the next few days, practice some of the spells from pages one to twenty, Megan,” Gran instructed her. “With my tea’s magic in you, they should be simple for you to master.”
    “What about this section, Gran?” Megan finished off her second cup of tea. She pointed to the next group of spells in the book Gran had brought with them. She wondered what had happened to the copy she’d borrowed from Kate. Luke had said he’d retrieve it the night before, but then Megan had decided to run and everything had gotten crazy. She’d ask him about it when he got back.
    “Those spells are a bit more advanced than you’re ready for, I’m afraid.” Gran winked at her. “It won’t be long, though, before the three of us are riding brooms on a moonlit night.”
    Her mouth dropped. “We actually ride brooms?”
    Shaking her head, Gran burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. In no time, Megan and Kate were chuckling along with her. It took a full five minutes for them to settle down back to a semblance of normality.
    “Oh, my. That felt wonderful, girls. Laughter truly is the best medicine, even for witches like us.”
    Megan smiled and hugged her grandmother. “So, we don’t fly in the air?”
    “I didn’t say that.” Gran’s serious tone startled her. “We just don’t ride brooms. We are modern women, after all. Now, about your wolf…he’s imprinted on you, I can see that. When a shifter first imprints, their instinct to dominate their mate is the most powerful and volatile. That’s quite normal for all shifters in the tribe. Everyone supports the newly mated by ensuring they are protected from hurting each other. With a human and a shifter, the risk goes up, as Kate knows firsthand, but still the tribe is there. But since Luke has abandoned them, I’m worried that he might be…well, a bit dangerous.”
    “Gran, you told Kate to trust me to make the right decision. What’s changed?”
    Kate frowned. “Yeah, Gran. What’s up? Now I’m thinking we need to take her with us when we leave.”
    “I just want her to be cautious, sweetie. That’s all.” Gran turned back to Megan. “You will, won’t you?”
    The worry in Gran’s eyes didn’t sit well with her. “Yes. I promise.”
    Luke wasn’t dangerous, at least not with her, though overprotective, possessive, and controlling—he was all that and more with her for sure.
    Gran took out her pocket watch, an oddity for a woman to carry but something she’d done for as long as Megan could remember. “Oh, my. It’s almost noon.” She stuffed the watch back into her jeans. “Nightmare is going to be stomping the ground if I don’t get him his food.”
    Kate stood up. “Give your sister a hug.”
    Megan jumped up and wrapped her arms around Kate. “Thank you for being concerned about me, sis.”
    “Always will be. Always.”
    “Let me wash these dishes before we go,” Gran offered.
    “No. It’ll take me less than five minutes to clean up. You go and feed your horse.” Megan would be sure to give the beast some sugar cubes the next time she saw him. She owed Nightmare that much, at least. If he hadn’t panicked in the woods, she would’ve never met Luke.
    “Don’t forget, sis, that my wedding shower starts at ten tomorrow morning. I want you next to me the whole time.”
    “Why?”
    “To defend me from those silly, embarrassing games everyone will insist on playing.”
    “You mean the kind of games where they put toilet paper on the bride-to-be?”
    “Ridiculous.”
    Megan smiled. “But you’re normally