Page 34 of Deadly Wolf Bite

Out here, we’re finally truly alone.

“Where are the others?” Lexi asks.

“They’ll be here soon. We’re early. Come on.” I climb out of the car.

Escaping the city has calmed me, but it doesn’t appease the urge to let the beast inside me take over. He wants to feel the fresh air on his fur. To see his mate through his own eyes.

Soon.

Lexi climbs out of the car and rounds the hood, stopping before me. She looks so fucking small inside that hoodie—which I now realize is mine.

“That’s my hoodie,” I say.

“Yeah.” She looks almost sheepish.

“Why are you wearing it when I just bought you all those clothes?”

“Because it smells like you.”

I stare at her, relishing the answer. “You like the way I smell?”

“Yeah.” She dips her head but not before I see her cheeks go pink. Her reaction is both sweet and sexy, and I’m getting hard just watching her.

Refusing to let myself get sucked in, I turn to the mile marker. “Do you know what that is?”

“A road sign marking the highway miles?”

“Walk over to it.”

“Why?”

“I want to show you something.” I wait until she gets to the sign then looks back at me. “Touch it.”

She bites her lip but does as I say. The moment her fingertips touch the sign, it zaps her, and she jumps back, holding her fingers to her lips.

She stares at me accusingly. “What the hell?”

“Indigo Hills is surrounded by powerful wards put here centuries ago by witches. Hexerei, they called themselves. We’re taught the wards are for our protection. To keep the rest of the world out of our business. And to keep them from trying to hurt us. But the truth is, the wards are just as good at keeping us in as they are at keeping the world out.”

“This is what’s trapping me here,” she says.

“We’re all trapped here.”

Her brows scrunch. “How did you leave to get me then?” she asks. “And how did I get into the city in the first place?”

“The wards can be programmed to allow people in and out. But only an alpha can come and go freely, and only an alpha can alter them.”

“Your father let you out,” she says. “And let me in.”

I nod.

She tilts her head. “What about five years ago?” she asks. “When you left town?”

“My father let me go,” I say quietly.

“Really? He seems so angry about you being gone.”

I hesitate as painful memories come rushing back. “It’s a long story.”

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