The Wolf Fount by Gayla Drummond Read Free Book Online Page A

Morgan wasn’t shy about her expectations.

    S he’d gotten some answers, but Morgan couldn’t help but feel she’d made a huge mistake. But damn, the sex had been incredible.
    Needing a distraction, she pulled out the little safe and counted the money. The car had taken the biggest bite out of her unexpected windfall, but she knew how to make money stretch, and had plenty for a while yet. After putting the safe back under the sink, Morgan checked the time. Chanteloup’s doors wouldn’t open for nearly three hours.
    Go back, or no?
    She sat down to think about it. Calhoun had a scar on his chest that damn sure looked as though someone had tried to stab him in the heart. The faint ripping noises she’d heard had been his claws digging into the sheets. Both were reasons enough not to return, except...
    I’m one too, or will be . My eyes do the same freaky shit . She really needed to learn more about what she was becoming, how much it would change her, and Calhoun was her only source of information.
    There were probably rules. Morgan would need to know what they were, and she hadn’t asked him about the correct way to kill a vampire. That was important, if vampires were going to be trying to kill her on a regular basis.
    Even above all that, she’d left California wanting to begin a new life. One that didn’t involve whoring, stealing, or always having to watch her back. This Awakening thing, it seemed to be a real chance to do just that.
    Doesn’t it? Morgan stared at the floor for several minutes before making a decision. Calhoun knew all the answers. If she wanted more of them, she’d have to go back to the club.
    Decision made, she rose and went to select clothing for the night.

    B y six o’clock, she was sliding behind the wheel of her car, excitement fluttering through her veins at the thought of seeing Calhoun again. Dressed in sleek, black leather pants, low-heeled black boots, and a sleeveless red lace top, Morgan knew she looked good, and started the car with a smile.
    Halfway to the club, worry began to set in. She’d let habit send her out the door that morning, while he showered. Maybe Calhoun wouldn’t be in the mood to see her, since she’d left without a word. With a shake of her head, Morgan kept driving. She needed to learn all she could, about him, about the Awakening, about everything.
    Having never arrived at the club early before, she wasn’t expecting the crowd that filled the parking lot. Chanteloup was a popular place. Finding a spot in the far corner of the lot, Morgan exited her car and wondered how many of the people there were Weres.
    A few steps had her behind a trio of young women, all babbling about what they expected from the evening. One of them mentioned Calhoun. “I heard that he’s been here all week.”
    “He was all over some woman two nights ago,” another one responded. “I do mean all over , on the dancefloor. I think you’re out of luck.”
    The first, a blonde, sniffed while adjusting her bright blue, second-skin mini-dress. “Don’t count me out so fast.”
    With a roll of her eyes, Morgan increased her pace and pushed right through them. “Excuse me.”
    Once clear, she heard the second woman whisper, “That’s her.”
    “Now I’m really not worried,” the blonde said.
    We’ll see about that . Morgan went straight to the head of the line, and found Jerome on duty. The black man grinned. “Didn’t see you leave last night.”
    “I didn’t,” she replied. “I left this morning.”
    He laughed, gesturing her toward the door. She took two steps and halted, crooking her finger at him, and Jerome lowered his head. She kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”
    “Welcome.” Gold briefly lined his pupils. Wondering if the same were happening to her eyes, Morgan continued to the door. While pulling it open, she looked over her shoulder and saw the trio of women she’d pushed through staring. Blowing a kiss at the blonde in the blue dress, she went inside.

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