Page 38 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

I raise an eyebrow. “You want me to cut wood in a blizzard?”

“Yes. We need more than we have. We can withstand the cold, but Reece will freeze if we run out, and we will.”

He’s right. The amount we have now won’t last us all night; I just don’t like it. I don’t want to be away from my mate, even if it’s only a few feet.

But on the other hand, letting my frustrations out by slamming an axe into something will help distract me and my bison.

Sitting around here worrying isn’t beneficial to anyone, especially Reece. We can’t let our feelings get in the way of hers. She needs space and time to understand. It’s our job as her mates to give her that.

“I’ll mind-link you the minute she wakes up,” Grant assures me.

With a sigh, I relent. “Fine, but don’t let her out of your sight. It’s not easy to track people with snow clogging your senses.”

He rolls his eyes. “I know that, dumbass.”

I smirk and remove the foil off the casserole dish. After putting it in the oven, I set the timer.

“Cut this off when it rings,” I instruct Grant.

“I will,” he says. “Would you leave now? You’re starting to bother me. I can do basic shit. I am an adult.”

“Could have fooled me,” I tease.

I laugh as he tries to hit me on my way out of the kitchen. In the living room, we both stop to peer over at Reece. She’s sleeping peacefully. Even has a smile on her face. I can only hope that’s a good sign.

Reluctantly, I walk to the back door and head outside.

My bison is like me, emotionally expressive, but with our mate nearby and un-bonded to us, it’s even worse. He’s moody, pacing back and forth in my mind. It makes him impulsive and harder to control than normal.

I don’t want to risk scaring Reece with his wayward actions. I need to get him calmed down before something bad happens.

Chapter

Seven

REECE

Iwake up, only to find what I thought had been a dream was anything but. I’m lying on the same couch in the same room I dreamed about.

Am I losing my mind? It really seems that way. Sitting up, I'm faced again with the man from my dreams. Well, one of them.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Crazy,” I admit with a nervous chuckle.

He nods, not commenting on it. Changing the subject, he asks, “Are you hungry?”

I glance around. It’s very quiet.

Where did everyone go?

“What time is it?”

“It’ll be dark soon. You slept a while.”

I swing my legs off the couch and carefully get to my feet. “I need to get home.”

It’s not actually my home, but it’s close enough. A door opens, and Connor steps in wearing a pair of jeans and an open shirt he’s buttoning as he walks in. He’s caked in snow.

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