"Mary Janice Davidson - Wyndham Werewolves 03 - Derik's Bane" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

But it would taste like shit in his mouth.

Derik stared out to sea and shook his head at this sorry-ass turn of events. He and Mike had grown up
together. Their mothers had often put them in the same crib to nap. They had experienced their first
Change the same month of the same year; he remembered Mike had been as thrilled, as terrified, as
drunk on the moon as he had been. They had chased together, hunted together, killed together. Had
defended the Pack together.

He had no problem with Michael; he loved the big dope.

He just didn't love Michael being the boss. Not anymore.

Derik made a fist and hit himself on the thigh. This was his problem, not Michael's, and he had to figure
out how to fix it, pronto. He owed the big guy respect, not just brotherly love. And show it he would, no
matter how the words wanted to choke him. He wasn't someтАФsome monkey, fighting for the sake of it.
He was a werewolf, member of the Wyndham Pack, and fully grown besides. Squabbling was beneath
him. So was picking fights.

He turned, forcing a smile .. . and the clod of dirt hit him right in the middle of the forehead. It exploded,
and dust sprayed everywhere.

"Idiot! Putz! Dumb ass!"

"Jeez, Moira," he complained, secretly glad showing throat had been put off a bit, "you could have put
my eye out."

"I wasaiming for your eye, you stupid asshole!"

"Now, Moira, you know you shouldn't use such vague terms," he teased. "You gotta speak hi black and
white, honey, really let people know what's on your mind."

She wasn't having it; the scowl didn't crack. She marched the rest of the way up to himтАФ looking cute
as hell in khaki shorts and a lavender T-shirtтАФand kicked him smartly in the shin. It hurt, too; Moira had
toenails like a sloth. "How could you risk your life like that? We nearly had a fight for dominance in the
main hall _- front of all your friends. In front of Lara! You're lucky Michael didn't tear your head off.
You're lucky Jeannie didn't shoot you!"

He didn't want to, but couldn't help it: He felt his lips draw back from his teeth. "I could have taken him."

Moira threw up her hands. "What iswrong with you? You've been like a hungry bear all summer. This is
a good time for us, DerikтАФ Michael's brought peace, Gerald's gone, we caught the monster who'd been
killing those poor girls . . . there's never been a better time to be a werewolf. So why are you trying so
hard to screw things up?"

He looked at her, this fine woman, as dear to him as Michael was.Oh, yeah? a treacherous inner voice
whispered.Dear to you, hub? You've got a funny way of showing it, jerkoff.

He didn't have an answer for her. "I don't know what's wrong," he said dully. "I just want to fight, all the
time. Everything that comes out of Michael's mouth is pissing me off. I love him, but I could choke him
right now just to watch his eyeballs bulge."