The Wolf Fount by Gayla Drummond Page A

how unpalatable the idea of her hating him was. As First, he could command her complete obedience, leaving her no choice. That wasn’t something he’d had to do to anyone since the first few centuries. Even the hard-headed ones came around directly after the end of their Awakenings.
    “I want my stuff and I want to get the fuck out of here.”
    “You’re pushing me into a corner here, Morgan. I don’t want to do anything you don’t like, but I can’t let you run off either. How about we sit down and have a calm discussion about it?” He gestured toward the bed, then the couch. “Your choice of seating.”
    She was already shaking her head. “I don’t think so.”
    Fuck . Cal rubbed his chin, glancing at Jake. The other blinked once, his head tilting ever so minutely. They’d been together for a long time and he knew Jake was offering to take the heat for forcing Morgan’s first change. Not a bad idea. After a few seconds’ thought, Cal nodded.
    “What are you two...” was as far as Morgan got before Jake began to change shape. She shrieked, lifting her hands to stare at them in horror, and Cal winced. That idea hadn’t worked out so well, since she’d picked up on their silent exchange. Too late to stop now .

Chapter Nine
    M organ felt as though her bones were twisting and cracking and her skin had become boiling water. The pain damn sure felt real, as she watched her hands darken and curl, fingers folding under while nails erupted from the middle joints. Fur slithered out from under her skin. A sharp crack threw her toward the bed, and she caught herself with her newly malformed hands, unable to stand upright.
    Her legs were changing too. Morgan loosed another shriek as her thighs partially collapsed, the bones breaking and rejoining into a new joint. A loud popping sound heralded the explosion of a muzzle in the middle of her face.
    Before she could draw enough breath for a good scream, it was over. She’d somehow managed to end up on the bed on all fours. There was a long-legged grey wolf by the door and Calhoun stood on the bed’s other side. Both were watching her.
    Morgan wanted to rip off Calhoun’s face and piss on what was left. Instead, she attempted to take a step forward and fell when a back paw found and stepped on the tee’s hem. Lying there, she closed her eyes and wondered if she’d gone crazy. Maybe Bully Boy had beaten the hell out of her after all and she was in a coma. None of this could be real.
    I can’t really be a wolf .
    “There, darlin’. All done, and now you know no one’s lied to you.” Calhoun jerked his hand back when she opened her eyes and snapped at him. “Only gonna help with the shirt. You should walk around, get used to your new shape.”
    She bared her teeth again, earning a grin from him. “Come on, woman. You’ve irrefutable proof I didn’t lie to you. Don’t you want to see what you look like now?”
    Morgan raised her head to look at the other wolf. Didn’t all wolves look alike? Or were they like dogs, coming in all shapes and sizes?
    The other wolf—Jake, she reminded herself—took a step away from the door. She growled and he froze, a front paw off the ground. He was the son of a bitch who’d caused this to happen. Made her change. With Calhoun’s okay .
    Before she could swing her head back toward Calhoun, his large hand closed around her muzzle. Galvanized, Morgan scrambled backward, but couldn’t free herself because his other hand had grabbed her neck. He pulled until she was standing before him, though straining backward. “Relax. I’m going to remove the shirt. Don’t bite me.”
    She was so going to bite him, as soon as he let go, and in the last place any man wanted to be bitten. Right through the crotch of his jeans, conveniently in her face at the moment. I’m going to tear your balls clean off, Calhoun.

    T he tension in her body said Morgan wasn’t going to play nice. Cal scowled at the top of her head, realizing he’d have