Wolf Lover: Konochur (New Scotia Pack Book 2) by Victoria Danann Read Free Book Online Page A

question as if it was an alien concept. Grey simply walked away chuckling. “’Tis cruel of ye to find amusement in my misfortune,” Conn called after him.
    By the time Conn had finished having supper with his uncle’s family, it was dark. He bid his goodbyes and took his time trotting home to New Scotia.
     
    When Conn didn’t show up at Lessie’s door the next day, she began to regret having been abrupt. When he didn’t come the day after that, she began examining her feelings. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit that she liked Conn and liked having him around. But that admission wasn’t freeing. It was confusing. She was ashamed that she was responding to the attentions of another werewolf, when her own had only been gone a few weeks.
    In her heart she pondered Conn’s words regarding what Jimmy would have wanted for her. She had to agree that her mate would have wanted her to be happy, whether that chance came along sooner or later. She’d loved her mate with all her heart and part of her would always belong to him. But, she asked herself, would it be possible to love again so soon?
    Jimmy hadn’t just been her first love. He’d been her first everything. She’d also learned firsthand that werewolves sometimes looked at things differently. She had adjusted to the idiosyncrasies of life in wolf culture just as he had, no doubt, made compromises for her. Perhaps werewolves did mourn and move on. Perhaps she could gain some insight by talking to Luna.
    She hurried through her chores and walked to the clinic with Lily after lunch. It was a relief to see that there weren’t a lot of patients waiting. Just Saraf and her little boy.
    “Hello, Saraf.”
    “Lessie.” She smiled. “Is everything alright with the baby?”
    Thinking that her mother’s friend was talking about her, Lily said, “I’m fine. And I’m not a baby.”
    Saraf exchanged a smile with Lessie. “Of course you’re not a baby, Lily. My mistake.”
    Lessie’s eyes wandered to the little boy sitting on the wood bench next to Saraf. “How are you, River? You’re getting to be a big boy.”
    River didn’t speak, but not because he couldn’t. Keen intelligence shone brightly from his dark eyes. He simply chose to nod his agreement that he was, indeed, big for a four-year-old.
    Luna appeared at the doorway. “Come in, Saraf.” Looking over she said, “We’ll be just a few minutes, Lessie.”
    Lily jumped when River yowled in the other room and looked at her mother with alarm as if to ask if whatever had just happened to River was in store for her. In another minute, River emerged happily licking a lollipop that Luna had imported for purposes of happy pediatrics.
    Luna waved them in. “Come in, you two. What can I do for you?”
    “We’re, um, actually not here for medical.”
    “Oh?”
    “More for, ah, advice.”
    Luna leaned against a cabinet and put her hands in her apron pockets, smiling knowingly.
    “ Hmmm.” Luna looked up at the ceiling. “There’s a certain attractive werewolf who keeps coming to my mate for advice about you . I wonder if there’s a coincidence.”
    “Advice about me? Really?” Lessie couldn’t decide whether she wanted to sound surprised, hopeful, happy, or disinterested. Because, in fact, she was all of those things, except for the last. No one could accuse her of being blasé about Luna’s response.
    Luna grinned at the interest in Lestriv’s eyes.
    “Yes.” She laughed. “Grey is ready to change into wolf form and stay that way until Conn stops pestering him about what to do next.”
    “Conn pesters the alpha about what to do next with me?” Lessie felt her face growing hot and knew that she must be blushing tomato red.
    Lily noticed it. “What’s wrong, Mama? Are you sick?”
    “No, no, not at all,” she reassured Lily while Luna reached into the jar of lollipops and withdrew a cherry distraction.
    “I will tell you what I can, but I’m a paramedic. Sort of. Not a