Page 30 of Deadly Wolf Bite

“She didn’t say. I don’t think she remembers.”

She’s silent for a beat before saying, “I think we should do the pack run.”

I almost tell her no, that it’s too dangerous. If we’re discovered doing something like that without an official pack event, it’ll give me away. But we’re running out of time. My alpha needs a push. “Let’s do it.”

“Any idea where we can go that we won’t be caught?”

“The ward line,” I tell her. “Highway six. Give me a couple of hours.”

“What about Lexi?”

“Maybe all of us shifting will trigger her wolf.”

“Right.” She snorts. “Like it’s that easy.”

I scowl. “Shut up.”

“Bye, asshole.”

“Later.”

10

LEXI

Igroan, dragged from sleep thanks to an annoyingly incessant beeping. Groggy from great sex and the first good night of sleep I’ve had in ages, I look for the source of the noise. There. The phone on the nightstand. I crawl across Grey’s side of the bed so I can reach it, surprised he hasn’t walked into the room to grab it. Before I can do anything, it stops ringing.

I sigh, debating the merits of going back to sleep.

A note on the nightstand catches my eye. A scrawled message from Grey that he’ll be back after he runs some errands.

Sleep it is.

I start to roll over as the phone rings again.

Frowning down at it, I debate what to do. I’ve used the damn thing so little that it takes several long moments for me to realize this is my phone, not Grey’s.

The screen says the caller is unavailable.

Isn’t Grey the only one with this number?

“Hello?” I answer uncertainly, my voice still heavy with sleep.

“It’s about time.” Ramsey’s snarl sends my heart racing.

I sit up, looking around the room as if he can somehow see me. Suddenly, sleep is long gone. “How did you get this number?”

“Grey gave it to all of us,” Ramsey says, sarcasm dripping from the words. “For your safety.”

Right. Ramsey keeping me safe. What a joke.

“What do you want?” I demand.

“First, how about a thank you for saving your ass the other day at the pool house.”

Fear is replaced by fury. “Saving my ass? Is that what you call it?”

“They would’ve eaten you alive if I hadn’t twisted that story for us.”

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