Duck Lake Riveted

Stunned, Turquoise didn't make a move or say a word. A thousand thoughts flew around in her head like bats stuck in a belfry. She simultaneously wanted to shout at Rivet and cling to her, sobbing. She wanted to ask for—and willingly give—forgiveness and forget all about their fight. At the same time, she wanted to clock her old flame upside the head for being so stubborn, petty and goddamn irresistible.

When Rivet lowered her head and took a drink, just as easy as you please, it finally spurred Turquoise into motion. She wanted to march right across the water but, of course, that would be impossible. Instead, she strode around the water, her turquoise eyes riveted on Rivet the entire time. She ground her teeth again, the sight of the dark she-wolf drinking so casually igniting a fiery sensation in her lower belly. She wanted to give the dark yearling a swift kick in the ass.

"What are you doing here?" the tawny she-wolf commanded when she reached Rivet, drawing herself up to her fullest height. Although Rivet wasn't that small, Turq loomed over the svelte DeMonte. The ridge of black fur down her spine prickled. "Did you follow me here, Rivet Sarasvati DeMonte?" She used the other woman's full name much like a scolding parent might with a disobedient child, her eyes flashing in a way that indicated she didn't know how to feel about it if, in fact, Rivet had followed her here.