traced the table’s wood grain with her finger. Her black hair fell in a curtain on either side of her face. “He wasn’t moody, per se, but he wasn’t like me and Max or Britt and Jake. Now he’s all shut into himself. I worry it isn’t good for him.”
“It isn’t,” Kelly said. “He’s a pressure cooker. The wolf doesn’t like holding things in. It’s not in our nature.”
“You do pretty well,” Ki said.
“I have to let her out of the cage in order to convince her back in again. Malcolm needs an outlet before someone gets hurt, more than just a run every full moon. I intend to give him that.”
Kelly didn’t miss the flash of possessiveness in Ki’s eyes that she tried to hide from Kelly. Kelly understood. Ki was mostly with Max, but she was sometimes with Malcolm, too. It was normal for her to be a little jealous. Kelly reached across the table and touched Ki’s hand.
“You might eventually find a way to be with him as he is,” Kelly said, “but it will never be as it was. You know that, right?”
Ki nodded, but she looked down at her lap. “He wasn’t mine often, but when he was, I knew he was with me. He’s not with me anymore, and I miss that. I miss him.”
“I just want to help him, Ki. He’s too strong and volatile at this point for you to help him like that.”
“You’re taller, Kelly, but you’re not that much bigger than me, you know,” Ki replied.
Kelly smiled wryly, slipped under the table then lifted it up with her arms and shoulders, Ki and two other shapeshifters still on the attached benches.
“Okay, I get your point,” Ki said, gripping the bench and giggling in spite of herself.
Kelly put the table back down. “And that’s just werewolf strength. You can make love to him again if you still want to, Ki, but only after he gets some of the pent-up energy out of his system.”
“Britt talked about how Grant treated Renee,” Ki said. “That it was rough. I don’t mind that, you know. He wasn’t before, but…”
“Grant had been werewolf for over twenty years,” Kelly reminded her. “I’ve been werewolf for four. Malcolm needs to learn how to control himself in human skin, and the only way to get him to a point where he’d be safe with you is to let the wolf free. I know what the wolf needs, Ki. He may need to release certain tensions, certain desires. He may just need someone to beat the crap out of him. I need to be able to do those things. I want to help him. By any means necessary.”
“Any means necessary,” Ki agreed after a deep breath. “Anything you can do for him. I guess you don’t really need my approval, since he’s never been completely mine, but I appreciate that you care about it.”
“I do,” Kelly said. “Like I said, I’m new here. I don’t want to just barge in and start barking orders.”
Ki covered Kelly’s hand. “Hon, you are worlds away from Grant. Trust me, we’re thrilled that you’re not psychotic. Shifter feud aside, most of us are fine with you being here.”
“Most of you are fine with the fact that I live separate,” Kelly said.
“It’s more than that. And it’s not just because of Malcolm. He won’t do anything to hurt himself, will he, Kelly?” Ki asked, eyes pleading and desperate.
“Something needs to change, and soon. I see blood, but not whose,” Kelly said. “But you don’t need to worry. It’s a warning, not a prophecy. That’s only the future if it goes unchanged. And I intend to change it, for the safety of this sanctuary.”
“If there is anything we can do to help…” Ki said.
“For now, I think we just need to let him explode safely,” Kelly said. “And he can’t kill me .”
Ki furrowed her brow in confusion. “Werewolves can be killed. You know that.”
“Yes. I know,” Kelly said. “But I’m not just a wolf. No one wins a fight against me. No one.”
Chapter Two
Kelly kept an eye on Malcolm as he hovered along the perimeter of the compound during the