waiting for you.”
Brody padded inside the house, but Liam stayed behind. He jumped onto the deck and made his way to his mate. He put his head in Shiloh’s lap and looked up at Shiloh’s gorgeous profile, trying to wordlessly convey his regret.
“Don’t look at me with those eyes.” Shiloh scowled down at him.
“I can’t be angry with you when you look at me like that.”
And how is that a bad thing? Liam wanted to ask, but since he’d stayed in form, he didn’t. Instead, he took advantage of the fact that Shiloh didn’t pull away. He climbed on Shiloh, licking his face enthusiastically.
Shiloh attempted to push him away, but the effort was halfhearted at best. Finally, Shiloh lay down on his back on the deck, with Liam next to him. Night had fallen, and the crickets had started their sweet concerto. Beyond the deck and the trees, Liam could see the stars twinkling, as if saying hi.
“What do you want with me?” Shiloh said softly. “Seriously, Liam, I told you that there’s no need to apologize or court me or whatever it is that you think you’re doing. It was just no-strings sex, and nothing more.”
It was the first time Shiloh had called his name. Liam found that he liked the way it sounded on his mate’s lips. Still, he didn’t much appreciate or agree with Shiloh’s words. In wolf form, he couldn’t do much about them, however, so he changed back to his human shape.
“Shiloh, baby, that’s not true. I know I fucked up. Let’s just start over.
Please.”
Shiloh sighed, but he seemed closer to giving in. “I suppose I might be judging you too harshly. Fine. There’s no reason why we can’t be friends.”
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“Friends” wasn’t exactly what Liam had in mind, but it was a step in the right direction. “I’m sorry I inadvertently insulted you. I shouldn’t have spied or said that. I just blurt out stupid things when I’m nervous.”
Shiloh laughed self-deprecatingly. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I know I have a horrible voice. I mean, all the singing teachers in LA never tire of saying so.”
“You want to learn how to sing?” Liam asked. That was a little piece of information he could work with.
“Do you have to sound so surprised?” Shiloh shot back, and now sounded irritated again. “I know I’m a swan, and swans are tone-deaf, but nothing is impossible if you just try.”
Liam didn’t let his mate’s bravado sway him. He could see the fear and the hurt hiding behind it all. “I agree,” he answered. “And I’m pleasantly surprised. I love music, too. In fact, when I was younger, I used to sing.”
Shiloh gave him an incredulous look. “You can’t be serious. A wolf who can sing?”
“Don’t look so shocked.” This time, Liam allowed himself a laugh. “Wolves actually have good singing voices. Mind you, I’m no Andrea Bocelli, but it was nice to just enjoy the music, you know?
Sometimes, I’d go out on pack land, grab my guitar, and just let go. It was the closest thing to hunting I’ve ever experienced in human form.”
It seemed so strange that the confession seeped out of him. Only Brody knew about his former hobby, and how much it had meant to him. Somehow, with Shiloh, speaking about it came so naturally.
Shiloh looked at him, his eyes scrutinizing Liam in the darkness, as if trying to see into his very soul. “But if you liked music, why did you stop singing?”
Liam shrugged. “Life. At a certain age, I no longer had the time to be carefree. I needed to hunt, to protect the pack, to go scouting for The Wolf Who Hatched an Egg
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my Alpha. Things stopped being easy. But I do still sing from time to time, in my own way.” All wolves did, whether they knew it or not.
Shiloh smiled. “I’m glad. A gift like that should never be abandoned.”
Silence fell again, and Liam struggled to come up with something to keep this camaraderie, to prevent his mate from leaving. What had Brody said? To find out what he likes.