Wolf growled, but it was a different kind of rumble. Prowler was realizing that Wolf had been communicating with him all along, just not with words. Wolf had a full vocabulary of sounds.
Maybe not all quantums had to have such a dysfunctional relationship with their animals. If that was the case, this new information could change the lives of some of his brothers for the better.
There was a burning question Prowler had based on what Kansas and Hunter had mentioned about Naturals.
“Do you see things … I mean, through my eyes … that I don’t?”
Sometimes.
“Did you see Taylor kiss me?”
Kiss us, yes.
“Did you feel it?” He wasn’t sure why he was asking, but he needed to know. He was terrified and exhilarated at the same time. He wanted something from their first kiss. Since he was asleep, he was hoping that …
In a manner of speaking, yes.
“Is—”
Enough questions. I have one for you.
Instead of speaking aloud, he did a mental answer to get the feel of conversing with Wolf quietly too.
Are you going to stay here like a pussy, or are we going after her?
Prowler laughed, actually laughed. And the chuffing sound from Wolf was basically lupine laughter.
We just shared a laugh.Prowler sent silently to Wolf.
Wow, a decade and a half. That’s a hell of a learning curve you've got, slugger.
The slugger comment brought him up short. Wolf was telling him without telling him that he saw a lot through his eyes.
Locking the door behind him, he mentally spoke to Wolf as he jogged across the street.
Do you have memories of before?
Before what?Wolf sounded genuinely confused.
Before me.
Some, why?He sounded cautious.
Memories of the … the man before me?
Why he was asking, he didn’t know. Maybe morbid curiosity or maybe to know Wolf better. Or possibly because he still needed to know if it was really a one-off as Allie had said it was.
Her cheating had really fucked with him, and still was. It somehow broke the trust mechanism he had.
Most of my memories are of the times I am running free. The smells, the feel of the earth under my paws, the intensity of it all. Companion memories are … different. They fade with time. Even while they’re happening, they are dull, hazy, except …
Wolf trailed off as they approached Taylor’s house, and the sounds of heavy music and growling vocals were pulsing from the far side.
Following the sound, Prowler found her garage door about a third of the way up with light and sound spilling out. As he ducked under, he never expected the sight before him.
Taylor was beating and kicking the shit out of a heavy bag in nothing but a tee shirt, underwear, and taped hands. She was sexy as fuck.
And she was damn good.
