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“You have that now.”

She sent him a ‘yeah, right’ look.

“You have me,” he vowed.

Perching on the sofa once more, she sighed. “As long as I’m not feeling controlled or like I’m losing who I am, I’d like to stay.”

“Good.” Drew snapped into action. She’d clearly rummaged through her luggage to make the bed, shower, and dress. She had also painted based on the easel and half-finished painting in the living room.

“Then pack what you need, and let’s go.”

“Pardon me? Alyssa’s eyebrows rose. “What part of not being controlled don’t you get?”

Unaccustomed to having his orders questioned, Drew sighed. “It would make me feel better if you stayed with me, at least for a few days, until we know Mitch is no longer a threat. I don’t like the idea of you staying here, especially when I’m not around. He knows where you live. It’s no longer safe here.”

“You kicked in my door yesterday. I’m not sure how safe it was then, either.”

He laughed. “Will you come with me? I’ll sleep better knowing you’re by my side, and I’ll answer all your questions in the car on the way to Wildlings.”

“We’re going to Wildlings?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Making a judgment about the bags by the door, Drew picked up what he figured was a gym bag full of clothing. “Because it’s about time I introduce my mate to the pack.”

Chapter Thirteen

Riding shotgun in Drew’s truck was an unfamiliar experience. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been a passenger in a vehicle. Maybe at her last foster home? She wasn’t sure.

They loaded the bag with all her clothing, computer, and art supplies. She’d insisted they didn’t need to bring so much, that it was only for a few days, but Drew had grumbled something about “best to be safe.” If she was reading him right, he likely thought he was moving her into his house and hoping she wouldn’t notice.

I don’t think so, life mate.

Despite not steering the truck, Alyssa had a rather enjoyable and educational ride to Wildlings.

“So, are we immortal?” She asked as soon as they pulled out of the parking lot surrounding her building.

“No, we aren’t immortal. We heal quickly, though, and don’t get sick.”

“I’ve seen the healing thing in action, and now that I think about it, I’m not sure I’ve ever been ill.” She gave it some thought. “Yeah, you’re right. What about things like cancer?”

“Nope. We’re fortunate that our bodies heal quickly and are immune to such illnesses.”

“So, how do we die, then?”

“There are a few ways. A wolf shifter can die by decapitation or having their heart ripped from their body. Those are mortal wounds that we can’t heal.”

Alyssa’s hand went to her throat. Not cool.

“And while there aren’t a lot of werewolf myths that apply to us, the silver bullet does. Depending on your rank, health, and size, it could take several bullets to take out a wolf shifter, but it can be done.”

She bit her lip. “That’s all very violent. Is that how I’ll die?”

Flipping on the right turn signal, he laughed. “No. Those types of grisly deaths are quite rare now. In our day and age, most of us die from old age. The one ailment our bodies can’t stop, which really isn’t too bad. Their loved ones surround them when they pass from this life to the next.”

“Oh.”

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