Allure of the Wolf (Seraphine Thomas Book 2) by Erin R Flynn Read Free Book Online Page B

chuckled. My jaw fell open as he did a one-handed cartwheel and then a summersault in the air before easily landing on the toes of his left foot in some spread-out yoga pose. “Wolves are remarkably graceful too, Sera. You need to listen to her in a fight. You guys are on good terms, just tell her that she can’t shift, and she will help.”
    I felt my wolf agree, excited for the chance to kick some ass. Well this was getting interesting.
    Tristan rubbed the tension out of my shoulders for about twenty minutes as I watched Harris and Riley spar. Then I gave it a try with Harris, checking with my wolf first that she was on board. Sure enough, she was. At first it was awkward, us working against each other and like two people trying to drive instead of a team thing… Which landed me on my ass a lot.
    “You’re thinking too much,” Harris sighed as he helped me up. “You know a fight is all about instinct. Stop thinking.”
    “Normally I do go off instinct, but I talk with my wolf and siren always,” I growled, hating that I was looking like a tool in front of them.
    “I know and that’s normal when you’re new,” he coached, giving me a lopsided grin. “Look, it’s all about the visual. You and your wolf are the same, Sera. When I fight with my cheetah at my back, I visualize that third form I don’t even have. We’re one in the same. Do that, but don’t shift . You’re not working side by side as a tag team, you are one.”
    “Yeah, okay, Yoda,” I bitched even as I closed my eyes and thought about it. I gasped as I felt it, us aligning almost. It was so weird like revved up me.
    His eyebrows went from furrowed to a slow smile building on his face when I opened my eyes. “Got it?”
    “That or I’m trippin’ on acid,” I snickered. We got back into position, and yeah, I had it all right. It took me about two minutes to land Harris on his ass the first time, less the second one.
    “She’s got it,” he groaned as he stayed on the ground. “Riley, you’re up.”
    “Um, no thanks. I’ve never had real training,” he called over, plopping his ass in the chair I’d been in. “Just street fighting. I’ve seen her without being aligned with her wolf enough to know I don’t want to play this game.”
    “But you like playing with me so much,” I teased, feeling great and totally refreshed for once. I didn’t feel like a stranger was sharing my body instead, and finally, I felt like something was added to me by being a wolf.
    Welcome to what happens when you stop fighting us and realize we’re part of you and here to help, my siren breathed in my mind. I nodded. Yeah, I was starting to come around. It was hard, and I reminded her of that, asking them both to be a patient with me a bit longer. I could feel them both agree.
    I also didn’t just have a wolf. I had a wolf and a siren.
    And I was still fucking new.
     

4
     
    I was a beast at work the next day, the nerves over the fight leaving me raw. Then again, we hadn’t identified our victim yet, not having much to go on and needing more time with the labs. We couldn’t seem to track down any great white shark shifters. We weren’t making much progress against the leadership of the pack more than domestic abuse.
    And I was twenty seconds from strangling my boss.
    “You are joking , Chief?” I seethed as I stormed into his office with a printed-out email someone had forwarded me. “You invited the other Chicago FBI office to the casino tonight? Are you trying to see if I’ll punch you again? Why would you do that ?”
    “Nice to see you too, Thomas,” he drawled, glancing up from his computer. “How was your lunch? Are the cases going well?”
    “No, and I’m all carbed up for what’s apparently going to be my humiliation in front of all my colleagues, past and present,” I growled, slamming the paper on his desk hard enough that a few things fell over.
    “I invited them because we don’t play all that well together right now, and