Caging the Wolf (Snowdonia Wolves) by Sofia Grey Read Free Book Online Page B

have dinner.” She smiled at the man holding my hand. “I’d love you to join us. And then after we’ve eaten, we’ll talk. All of us.” Her last words were directed at Dad, who continued to hurl death-glares at Levi.
    “Thank you, Mrs. Morgan. I appreciate your generosity.” He squeezed my fingers, and didn’t let go.

Chapter Fifteen
    Dinner was subdued, and I spent most of the meal sneaking glances at Levi, sitting opposite me. I still felt like pinching myself. Part of me feared this might simply be another dream. He’d been polite and respectful, insisted on helping to clean up afterwards, and then had given me that pantie-quivering smile. Surely no man could be so perfect?
    And now, Levi and Dad took the armchairs, while Mum and I shared the sofa, in the living room. I’d never seen my father so stressed. He wasn’t able to sit for more than a few seconds. Instead, he paced, coming to a halt in front of the fire, and staring into the burning logs.
    “I’ve never told anyone this story.” He turned and gazed at Mum, but his eyes were unfocused. Snapping to attention, he looked at me. “You must promise to never repeat it.”
    Fear skittered down my spine, and I tucked my feet underneath me, feeling suddenly cold. “I promise.”
    Still he paused, as though trying to decide where to begin. “My father died when I was a small child. Mum never recovered, and only lasted a few years longer, so my taid —my grandfather—came back to the shop. He brought me up. He was a good man, but had one blind spot. He refused to talk about what had happened to my dad, so I went looking for my own answers.”
    His mouth twisted. “He’d been shot. Gunned down in a quiet country pub, with the group he was with. It was all kept quiet, but I found people willing to talk about it.”
    Nausea rose in my throat, and I pressed my hand to my mouth. Mum had said he found something he didn’t like, and dear God, that was horrible. Common sense nudged at me a second later. What could that possibly have to do with Levi?
    As though he’d read my thoughts, Dad gestured to me. “Go on. Don’t you want to know why he was murdered? Hunted, and put down like a wild animal?” He cocked his head at Levi. “He knows.”
    Levi stood, and walked to the sofa, to crouch beside me. Catching my hands, he glanced over his shoulder at Dad. “You’re scaring her.” His face was serious. “Is that what you want?”
    “I want her to be afraid of you. So scared that she never wants to see your kind again.”
    My gaze bounced from Levi, to Dad, and back to Levi. “What’s he talking about? Will you tell me?”
    “I’ll tell you.” Dad paced some more. “So there I was, digging back into my family history, tracking down a whole set of relatives I never knew existed. And when I asked my taid about them, he told me straight. Said he’d left Wales for good and didn’t want to be a part of them anymore. They were freaks. Abnormal.”
    Levi’s hands tightened around my own, and his breath hitched, but he stayed silent, his eyes tracking my dad.
    “My taid just wanted to keep his family safe. And he was right. If my dad had stayed here, things would have been so different.”
    “What has any of that got to do with Levi?” My voice shook.
    “Because he’s one of them.” Dad made it sound absurdly simple. “I smelled him the minute he walked in.”
    “One of what?”
    “Shifter,” said Levi, his voice so low I only just heard it. He blew out a breath, released my hands and stood, approaching my dad. “I’m so sorry for what happened to your family. I understand why you fear my kind, but it’s your heritage too. You have the bloodline in you, otherwise you wouldn’t have scented me.”
    Something told me that when I asked the obvious question, I might not like the answer, but I had to know. “What does shifter mean?”
    “Werewolf,” snarled Dad.
    “ No .” Levi spoke over him. “Wolf shifter. We have some unusual