Feral Revised (Weekend Treats Collection) by April Thomas Read Free Book Online

woman."
     
    "Thank you," she blushes and pulls her hand back.
     
    "Tell me more about your wolf-mother?" he asks admiring the peace that covered her when she spoke of time living among wolves
     
    She looks out at the lake, beyond the rose garden. The swans seem to soothe her as they swim, peacefully. "I don't remember much, I was young. What I do remember is being fed and kept alive by wolves. I guess if I were older, I would have been frightened. Maybe, that is what saved me. I have no idea why she took me in, instead of killing me and feeding me to her offspring." Tobias cringes at her words. "I learned everything about love and family through them, then, in one swift moment, it was all taken away." She sighs, turning her head as a tear rolls down her cheek. "When I was returned to my human family, I could see they wanted to accept me. But, they could not understand me, or the way I see things."
     
    Tobias takes her hand, nudging her down a garden path, as she continues to speak. "I didn't know anything. My father flew in the best private counselors money could buy. Within three years, I was suitable enough to enter private school. Although I was rebellious, no one was any wiser about my childhood." She pauses to catch her breath and smell a rose nearby. "I think, living as a human among wolves, I learned to observe on a very deep level. I watched my mother and sisters scream and fuss about everything. And, when father came home, they waited on him, hand and foot. I was such a tomboy, and I think it caused a lot of problems. Because my sisters picked on me, I truly hated everything they represented. They spent days and nights dreaming about who they would marry, what kind of wives they would be, how many kids they would have, and all the frilly pink things that come along with that life. By the time I entered high school, I'd had enough of watching my sisters marry jerks who would flirt with me every chance they got."
     
    "Which ones? Who?" Tobias asked jealously.
     
    "Oh, I don't want any trouble," she giggles, amused by his response.
     
    "I'm sorry; you must know I've wanted you since the day I laid eyes upon you," he confessed.
     
    "Wha- really?" she says fumbling on her words. His confession run through her, sending shivers down her spine. "I had never experienced anything like this before," she whispers.
     
    "Didn't you date in high school?" he question, then the name Morgan resurfaced again in his mind.
     
    "No. High school does not hold the best memories."
     
    "Why not?"
     
    Azura comes to a stop and looks him, squarely, in the eyes. "Everyone assumed I was a lesbian."
     
    Tobias' mouth falls open as the typical male fantasy plays out in his mind. "What gave them that idea?"
     
    "All of the women in our house wear skirts and dresses...you have no idea what took place for them to get me into that awful wedding dress."
     
    "Awful? You looked breathtaking in it."
     
    "Yeah, well, that is the first time my sister got me into a dress without finding me naked somewhere, minutes later." She softly laughs to herself as they continue to walk.
     
    "Seriously? You hate dresses that much?"
     
    "I'm just not that type of person."
     
    "But, that doesn't mean you’re a lesbian."
     
    "I had a lot of lesbian friends, because they understood me. I played a lot of sports, because it felt great being outdoors, and active." She thinks back to her positive, high-school memories, remembering why she chose certain sports, such as soccer and powder-puff football. Exertion burned up the sexual energy boiling over inside her. Unfortunately, when she stopped, it came back twice as strong.
     
    "Teens enjoy the gossip train; that’s all it was."
     
    "At the prom, I refused to have my date pick me up and be a part of traditional limo parade. I also refused to wear a dress, opting for a tux. My date showed up, but with another date. Then, he went on to tell everyone I was indeed a lesbian, and that I was only using him to