Page 124 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she doesn’t have the rogue stink,”he said.

I inhaled and noticed he was correct. There wasn’t the lingering stench that most rogues carried on them. There wasn’t a pack scent either, though.

“Calm your pretty little ranked wolf heads,” she said, glancing at Reid and me. “I’m not going to hurt him.”

“Could have fooled me,” I said, gesturing at her knife.

She smirked and then hopped off of Seb, tucking her knife into her combat boots, straightening out her tank top, and brushing dirt off her jeans. Seb sat himself up, and Reid reached his hand down to help him up, but Seb waved him off and stood up on his own.

“I just wanted to take out the wolf who thought he could get the upper hand on me,” she said, cutting her brown eyes to Sebastian again.

“I wasn’t trying to get the upper hand,” he grumbled. “Just trying to scope your little group out. Figure out why you’re here and why you crossed onto our territory.”

“Did we?” she asked, her round eyes getting rounder. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we did. We try to stay off pack territories. Since they usually assume we’re rogues and attack first and ask questions later. We’re not rogues, though. Just nomads.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She looked between the three of us, then sighed and gestured us forward. “Come on, meet the others.”

“Seb?” I linked him as she stalked away from us, her thick, dark hair swaying behind her as she moved.

“I trust her,” he replied.

I nodded, and we followed her to their camp.

“That was kind of hot. The way she took you down?” Reid muttered to Sebastian.

“Tell me about it,” Sebastian said with a dry chuckle.

I looked out of the corner of my eye at him, and his smile vanished when he felt my eyes on him.

“You should ask her to teach you that move. It could come in handy,” Reid snickered, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’m waiting for my mate,” Seb replied through gritted teeth.

“Okay, dude. You do you since you won’t let anyone else,” Reid said with an eye roll. “Maybe I’ll ask her to teach it to me,” he added under his breath.

Seb’s nostrils flared, and he pinched the bridge of his nose and put his hand on his hip. “I don’t think she’s your type.”

“My type is female,” Reid said, shrugging.

I laughed, and Sebastian just shook his head and then dropped his hands in defeat.

“What’s your name?” I asked the she-wolf as we came into their small clearing.

She sat down in one of the camp chairs set up around the fire pit in the middle of their small circle of tents.

“Sarina,” she told me. “And this is Landon, Steele, Riven, and Rune.”

The three males and one female looked our way. They each raised a hand in greeting as she named them off and pointed at them with her chin.

“I’m Wesley, that’s Reid, and that’s Sebastian,” I said, returning the introductions.

I leaned against a tree, crossing my arms and nodding at Seb, letting him know he could take the lead on the questioning. I trusted his judgment just as Dad did, and I knew he would be better at asking questions to get the answers he needed.

“What did you mean when you said you’re all nomads?” Sebastian asked as I looked around their campsite.

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