Free Bree's Sister: Cuff the Wolves A BBW Supernatural Adult Romance by Skye Eagleday

 
    Bree's
Sister: Cuff the Wolves
    Skye
Eagleday
     
    Bree
     
    I
sipped my caramel mocha and listened to my sister sputter on. The
caramel mocha was really good. Conversation with my sister varied
in quality ? unfortunately it rarely varied in quantity. Delia
reminded me of the old joke ? when it comes
to conversation, there are two types of people: those who can talk
on any subject ? and those who don't need a
subject . I nodded to
pretend I was listening and cheerfully dipped a chocolate-almond
biscotti into my cup. Perfection.
     
    “I
mean, really, ” Delia concluded, or more likely, she was having
to take a breath, “ you honestly expect me to believe your
new boyfriend is a werewolf? Werewolf, my ass. It sounds like
you've used your chemistry degree to start your own meth lab and
you're sampling your product. ”
     
    I put
my biscotti down and looked her in the eye. “ Look at me,
sister dearest. We both wear size 22 . Do I really look like I'm doing crystal meth on the
side? ” I picked my biscotti back up and punctuated my response
with a satisfying crunch. “ And as a matter
of fact, Mikah is someone who goes
furry once a month. ”
     
    Delia
     
    I will
admit I was unhappy ? my low-cal drink tasted like shit and
what I really wanted was what Bree was having. I had been on my
current diet for six days and had lost a total of one pound. Bree
did whatever she wanted and remained the same size. I constantly
struggled with my weight, just as our mom did, and I remained the
same size. What the hell was I doing wrong? And I will admit I was
jealous of Bree's new boyfriend. He looked like a fitness model and
apparently his only shortcoming was the fact he was a mythological
creature like a unicorn. I'll admit she had sent me pictures of
them together on Facebook. That meant she really was seeing him, or
she had gotten even better at Photoshop.
     
    “So,
where did you meet him ? a Zoo? A Fantasy and Science-Fiction
Convention? Oh ? I know ? he's a graduate
student from Transylvania. ” I couldn't resist and grabbed
the other biscotti on her plate and bit into it. Heaven.
     
    Bree
     
    “As a
matter of fact, his family is originally from Germany, but they've
been here since the American Revolution ? not as long as
our family (our grandmother is from the Gila River Reservation in
Arizona), but pretty much established for such late-comers. And
he's a software developer. We met during the full moon when he and
his Pack were doing a Run on the Hoh Indian
reservation. ” She chewed on the biscotti she had stolen from
me and her eyes told me the only thing she was paying attention to
was the flavor of the almonds and chocolate.
     
     
    We
really had met when Mikah's pack was doing their monthly
event ? I've learned to think about it as the cultural
equivalent of folk-dancing. I thought I was completely alone, and
had been testing out my new vibrator (which I would highly
recommend). Wolves can smell something more than a mile away, and
apparently my pussy packed a lot of power. I mean it smelled fresh
and inviting enough where I first heard a few howls and then found
five wolves in front of my tent. Mikah was the one who put his head
on my lap and then rolled over and shifted back to his human form. He provided what we call in
science, “ empirical evidence ” of lycanthrophy. He's not a
potential alpha, which basically means he only changes during the full moon ? well, to be
specific, he can also shift the day
before or the day after the full moon, but he has to really
concentrate.
     
     
    Delia
     
    I so
wanted to order a caramel mocha and more biscotti. “ And
you're telling me this, why? ” I could understand her
wanting to brag she had bagged a really hot guy, but if I were
Bree, I definitely would not bring up how they got their kicks out
of her role-playing not so little Red Riding Hood. Oh,
Jeez ? I wonder if her new boyfriend was a furry ? I had seen that
on CSI, which featured a group of people at a