My mouth falls open from the shock this news delivers. My once sweet, now somewhat surly, yet still completely girly best friend is my Guardian. “So she’s going to be like Jason Bourne on supernatural steroids?”
Amelia’s brow scrunches and she turns to Forrest. He shrugs his shoulders so she turns back to me and admits. “I don’t know who Jason Bourne is.”
“He’s this super-agent badass.” I explain.
“Then yes.”
“Holy moly!”
I look at Pike and whisper in awe. “Tennessee, Bonnie’s going to be a total badass.”
“I’m pretty sure she already is.” He shoots right back.
“Okay, that’s so true.” My best friend has always been freaking awesome. Now she’ll be super freaking awesome.
“Now that you’ve explained that stuff. Can you explain the right way for us to do our mating bond?” Pike directs the conversation away from Bonnie and back to us. Or more specifically us doing the deed. Eek!
I want this pain to go away. I want to finish the bond with Pike. But I do not want to talk about sex with my Great-Aunt and Uncle. No. No. NO!
“Umm…I’m kind of tired. Maybe we can save this till tomorrow.” Or never!
Pike pulls my seat closer to his so our sides are flush against each other. I shiver from the pain that slices through me at contact. He presses his thumb along my bottom lip. And by the way he’s staring at it on my mouth I know he’s wanting to cover mine with his. But instead he brings his eyes up to mine and says. “We are not putting this off any longer, Bloom. I’ve lost our connection. I’ve lost your thoughts. I’ve lost your touch. And we lost our wedding night. We’re rectifying this and we’re doing it today, because I refuse to spend another night without you safe in my arms.”
How can I say no to that? I can’t. I love this man and I want that too. So I push aside my fear and embarrassment. Not taking my eyes off Pike’s ocean blue ones, I tell Amelia and Forrest. “Tell us how to finalize our bond.”
Chapter 12 – Bonnie
“I’m a what?” I ask in shock. I couldn’t have heard this wolf chick right. There’s no way girly, mouthy, insignificant me could be anyone’s so called Guardian. I mean this role sounds like a badass position. I’m so far from badass I might as well be on a pink, glitter-covered planet; where the biggest crime is wearing the wrong type of shoes with your dress. So how can I be destined to be stronger, tougher, and more lethal than any other human? Yeah, I can shoot a gun, but so what, most girls raised in the country know how. And as for being stronger…Ha! Majority of the time I can’t even get the lid off a jar without help.
“Don’t underestimate yourself, Bonnie-bean.” Tucker tries to encourage me through our bond. I choose to ignore him and focus on Tillie.
“You’re a Guardian.” Tillie tells me again. She’s perched on a boulder by a hot spring. Her mate, Heath, is perched beside her. The other three male wolves who we’ve learned are Rhett, Rex, and Hayden, are splashing around in the warm pools. Rhett and Rex are the sons of Forrest and Amelia. Hayden is Tillie’s and Heath’s son.
I’m sitting on a rock opposite theirs’. Tucker is beside me. When he took up the protective stance at my side I contemplated knocking him off the boulder and into the water. He, of course, picked up the thought and threatened to pull me in with him if I did. Aggravating freakin’ wolf!
Shaking my head. “You have to be wrong.”
Tillie’s sharp grey eyes narrow, and she snaps. “I’m not wrong.”
“I’m not strong. I can’t even get the lid off the spaghetti jar!” I argue. Tucker and Heath chuckle.
“It will come.” Tillie answers, her eyes still sharp on me.
“I’m not tough. I cry when I break a nail!” I continue my objections. This time the other three wolves join in on the chuckles with Tucker and Heath.
Tillie doesn’t lose her focus on me and responds again with. “It will come.”
“I’m not lethal. I freaking cry over killing spiders!” I slide off the boulder and begin to pace in front of it. Why aren’t these wolves understanding what I’m telling them? I hear the guys chuckling at me again. I stop and aim a glare at each of them.
Tillie slides off her boulder as well, and comes to stand right in front of me. She places her hands on my shoulders and catches my eyes again. “It will come.”
I jerk back from her touch, throwing my arms up in frustration. “How can you be so darn sure it will come to me? What if it doesn’t and my best friend ends up dead because I’m not the right person to be her Guardian.”