Little Wolf Read Online Free PDF

least one of his immediate needs, as the sheriff had known. Tim turned to find the sheriff and blinked to see him gone. The TV was still on near where the sheriff had been standing, the scrolling Diedre’s Secret credits informing Tim he’d probably missed an important plot point. Again.
    “Fucking instinct ,” Tim complained to the universe and put his hands to his face when the sheriff turned around in the street and stared at Tim through the window, as if he’d heard that.
    Tim ducked and ate his lunch.

Chapter  2

     
    T IM RAN to work late the next morning with his jeans open and his hair a mess, only to find the café busy with the breakfast crowd and the gift shop empty as usual. He flopped onto the stool behind the counter, anticipating another eight hours of boredom. Staying up until dawn to stare at the moon and jack off had been a mistake, because Tim felt really tired now, more tired than he’d felt in his life, enough to be worried that something might be wrong with him. Weres healed so quickly when they did get hurt that illness was a foreign concept. Human sickness never touched them.
    Maybe he needed to eat. It would probably help him feel better faster. At least he was slightly more relaxed now that the moon was waning and he’d come his brains out a few times. The only way to be more relaxed would have been if he’d come that much with someone else in the room. He looked up at the thought, but it was early, and Sheriff Neri never came into the café in the morning. He must get breakfast at home. With Zoe .
    Tim sighed. His jealousy wasn’t entirely to blame on the full moon. Like his crush, it seemed to be here to stay, like Tim.
    That settled it. No more feeling so edgy and desperate that he fixated on the alpha werewolves around him, and no more nights jerking off and going without sleep so he could listen for the sound of a far-off howl. He needed to leave this town. As soon as he had money and an idea of where to go next, he was out, and maybe in the next town, he might have a chance to settle in and get laid. He’d have to pick up a human, but if he watched enough people this summer during the sex festivals, or whatever they called them, he might figure out how to be with a human without hurting them. There was no way he could try with another were. The minute another werewolf saw Tim’s scrawny ass naked, they’d laugh.
    He sucked in a breath when Robin’s Egg swept by, her beehive hairdo making her barely taller than Tim. It was only among their own kinds that she would seem small and Tim would seem freakishly small. Tim was the only were male under six feet he’d ever seen. At about five foot nine, he wasn’t even close.
    Robin’s Egg brought him a coffee and a muffin and swept out again. Tim stared after her with the muffin already in his mouth and then called out, “Marry me!” as Carl took his usual spot. Carl chuckled and then straightened out his newspaper. Robin’s Egg hadn’t brought Carl his coffee, Tim noticed. Instead she’d sent a waitress over. Tim smirked about it in Carl’s direction and buttoned up his pants while devouring the rest of his muffin. He didn’t bother with his hair, though the way it stuck up now made him look like an eager pup.
    It wasn’t a comforting thought after a night that had almost made him feel thirteen again. He scrubbed at his cheeks and started to head through the café to get another muffin, but Robin’s Egg appeared again with a plate of fried eggs for him.
    Her wink and remark about him needing protein made him blush, not that it stopped him from taking the plate. “Known a few weres in your time, huh?” Tim mumbled around a mouthful of toast dipped in egg yolk and, of course, brown gravy.
    “Hunger is all over your face, sweet cheeks,” Robin’s Egg teased him, with a look in her multicolored eyes that made Tim want to hide.
    “This town is obsessed with my sex life,” he moaned at her, and she touched him, a gentle pat on