Page 110 of Mated to the Wolves

Despite my reluctance, connections are beginning to form, and our bond is growing. I think back to the silver chord from my visions. Maybe we’re all slaves to fate.

“He’s holding private meetings. People no one’s seen before are coming in and staying for hours at a time. Alpha’s become obsessed with our every move. He doesn’t trust us.” Kirk shakes his head.

“As well he shouldn’t.” Bo drawls. “Not even we know what this union will do for us. It's normal to gain power when you bond, but she’s not your average she-wolf is she?”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.” I snap.

“We’re not, Brat. Watch your tone.”

Cadoc looks at me in the rearview.

I roll my eyes and he grunts. “Keep pushing me.” I swallow a moan and shift my weight.

I can’t get the crazed look in the man’s eyes or his words out of my head. Does he know something we don’t? “We need to talk to the prisoner.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Princess? I should’ve put that asshole six feet under.” Bo’s words explode.

“We need to understand where he came from, and why he did it.”

“I don’t fucking care why,” Bo growls.

“We should.” I counter.

“She has a point,” Kirk says softly.

“Fuck you, Healer. I plan on keeping my ward alive.”

“Low blow.” I kick the back of Bo’s seat.

Kirk bows his head. “Assuming you know all there is to know is an arrogance with a high price. You miss out on the big picture because you have tunnel vision. I’m not going to let that happen here. I don’t care if you like me or my methods. We will use every tool available to keep our mate safe.”

His quiet strength and matter-of-fact tone have me ready to climb into his lap and burrow against him.

He rubs a thumb over the tense muscles in my neck. “Do you understand?”

“Are you trying to tell me what to do?” I ask.

“I’m telling you not to get in my way when I do what needs to be done.”

“He’s going to be taken to the dungeon. I don’t know how we’d get close enough to speak with him,” Cadoc reasons, breaking the tension. Like boxers, the two men return to their corner instead of turning the car into a battle field.

“I can call in a few favors. But I’ll only agree as long as she’s not left alone with him,” Bo forces the words through his clenched teeth.

“I agree to that.”

For now.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Cadoc joins me on the front porch. I hold my silence. He drapes a thick white knit blanket over my lap. Warmth cuts through the chill that’s crept over me and I hum appreciatively.

“I put it in the dryer for a few minutes before I came out here.” He smiles, his eyes crinkle brightening.

“Thank you.” I close the book and set it aside, burrowing underneath the blanket.

“Did you find anything useful?” He takes a seat in the rocking chair beside me.

“Helpful, no? Horrifying yes.”

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