Page 33 of Deadly Wolf Bite

I bite back my frustration. She’s right. I can’t promise that. If I could, my father wouldn’t already have his hooks in us this deeply. Besides, she deserves her wolf. I can’t even imagine not having access to mine.

Plus, explaining how mates work would be a hell of a lot easier if she could feel the bond too. But the only way I know to trigger her wolf is through a bite. And if it doesn’t work… I can’t take that chance.

“Did Dutch find out anything about the license plate?” she presses.

I sigh. “No. It was a dead end.”

“Dammit.” She sits back, clearly frustrated.

I frown, hating that she’s so upset. “But—it just so happens, I already planned to take you out tonight and work on triggering your wolf.”

“Really?” She pulls her feet off my lap and sits up straighter. “What’s the plan? What are we waiting for?”

“Whoa, chill. We’re going to meet the others and do a pack run.”

“How can I run if I’m not a wolf yet?”

“Well, I’m hoping seeing the others in wolf form might help trigger yours.”

Her excitement turns to wariness. “Is that safe for me? Being around them all in their wolf forms?”

“Of course. None of the others would ever hurt you.”

She looks away.

I frown. What the hell am I missing here? “If you don’t want to go…”

“No, I do,” she says quickly. When I don’t respond, she pushes to her feet, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. I note her very short shorts and tank top.

“Bring a jacket,” I tell her. “And leave your phone.”

“Done.”

She hurries down the hall to the bedroom. A moment later, she returns wearing a hoodie that threatens to swallow her whole. Her legs are bare, and the hoodie is large enough that it looks like she’s not wearing pants. I drink in the sight of her bare skin, imagining running my hands over her body.

Oblivious, she walks to the elevator and slides her feet into a pair of sandals I bought for her. “Ready,” she announces.

Her enthusiasm has an edge to it, but I don’t say anything as we ride the elevator down to the garage. We both get into the car, and I stop long enough to snap an order at my guards. “Don’t follow us.”

They start to protest, but I gun it, squealing tires drowning them out as we peel off into the night.

“Will they tell your dad?” Lexi asks, looking perfectly calm about the fact that I’m driving like a lunatic.

“I don’t know.”

“What if they catch up to us?”

I press the gas a little harder, accelerating around a tight corner. “They won’t.”

I drive through the city way too fast, running two red lights before I manage to get us out of downtown. When I’m convinced we’re not being followed, I speed down the empty road that leads out of town. I begin to calm once the buildings fall away and the suburbs disappear. By the time we hit the open highway, the streetlights are all behind us, and the darkness presses in.

My skin itches from the inside. Now that I’ve made the decision to run, my wolf is impatient to be free.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“To the walls of this cage,” I tell her.

It doesn’t take long before the familiar sign comes into view. To anyone else, it’s a normal mile marker. But those from Indigo Hills know better. I pull over just behind it, slamming on the brakes hard enough to kick up gravel in our wake.

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