It was enough for them to try to stay alive.
“Kyla.” Devan sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. It spiked up in the front, and she fixed the strands immediately. He gave her a wan smile. “Nothing about this is ideal, I’ll admit—”
“Not at all. It’s forbidden. Everywhere we go, they’ll find us. There’s no way to hide.”
“There is one way.” He took a deep breath, and her stomach twisted. Whatever idea he had come up with, it wasn’t going to be a fun option. Considering their other choices, nothing was good.
And then it hit her. “You want us to forsake our natures.”
“As long as we’re in our human forms, they won’t be able to find us.”
“But…”
“I know.” He swallowed hard.
She rubbed her forehead. A migraine was starting. She’d never had one until she became pregnant. The first couple to cross breed, their child had turned into a vicious monster that destroyed nearly all they had worked to build. Humans couldn’t learn the truth about the weres because of their tendencies toward violence. Just look at the Salem Witch trials. They would never accept them. The child, part leopard and part tiger, killed everyone he came across, regardless of whether they were any of the subspecies of were or human. The weres rose up, acting as a united entity for the first time ever, and hunted and killed the child and the parents. There had been no other option. The pup had killed a total of sixty-seven. Who knew how high the body count would have reached had the pup been allowed to grow into adulthood?
But to never shift again… She shuddered. The stories about those who denied their animal side and tried to only exist as human… Aggression, belligerence, the sharp rise in violence and crimes… They weren’t meant to be only human, just as they weren’t meant to be only their animal. Weres were both human and animal and yet neither.
“Maybe it would be better to…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish her heinous thought.
“Don’t even think that.” He rubbed her arms and kissed her forehead.
Closing her eyes, she smiled, feeling cherished. “But what if the babe grows up and is a monster?”
“What if the child isn’t?” he countered. “Too few cross-breeds have been born, their parents killed before the baby could be born, for there to be reason to believe that all children born of such a union would be evil. Keep the faith.”
“If we forsake our animals…”
“We can leave now. Warrick hasn’t been able to find me yet, and I’ve been mostly human for that time. It’s not easy, I’ll admit, but maybe we can find a rural enough area with few weres and—”
“But your revenge. And you should have a pack.” Coyotes needed packs as much as wolves.
He nuzzled his nose into her neck, and she sighed, contented despite everything. When he held her, she felt safe, happy. “A pack is just more than one,” he reasoned. “You are my pack. And one day…” His hands returned to her belly. “Our pack will grow from our family.”
Someone banged on the door, and they jumped apart.
“Erik?” she guessed. He was the only one to know where she was staying. She hadn’t even told Paula where her apartment was.
Devan crossed the floor to the door faster than her, and he opened it. She stood behind him and peered around him to see Paula there. Her clothes looked tattered, dirt covered her face and shirt, and she, who worked as a makeup artist for a small startup movie company, wasn’t wearing any of her normal heavy makeup. In short, she looked awful… and like she was on the run.
“What’s wrong?” Kyla asked. Her stomach muscles contracted painfully.
“It’s Father. He’s coming.”
Devan pulled Kyla close. “Now,” he murmured into her ear.
She shook her head. Between her father and Warrick, they would be fools to think they could live out the rest of their lives in peace, not while those two lived. Her father hated traitors, had even
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