Page 33 of Wolf

I stumble again and right myself before I spot a tall, dark form in the crowd. He’s fighting the masses, headed the wrong way.

With a surge of relief, I twist by a couple running hand in hand, and scrabble onto the hood of a car, screaming, “Wolf!”

I don’t know how he hears me, but he does. He swings around, his eyes narrow and he starts shoving people out of his way as he approaches.

I suspect it’s not endearments he’s muttering but I’m too relieved to care.

Finally, he reaches me, still sitting on the hood of the car, and sweeps me up in his arms. I cling to him like a monkey as he barks, “What the hell are you doing here?”

It’s too loud to respond and he doesn’t seem interested in the answer when he carries me away. With my arms and legs wrapped around him, I bury my head in his chest, trembling like a leaf.

After a few dozen feet, he slows but I don’t let go of my death grip until he grabs my hair and pulls my head back.

“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here?” He enunciates every word but I’m past worrying about his anger and shaking my head, I drop back to his chest.

His arms are rigid around me before his sigh parts my hair and he starts walking again. Meanwhile, the screams of party-goersring in my ears while I squeeze my eyes shut and pray, we get out of here in one piece.

Wolf has to peel me from his body when we finally stop and I reluctantly let go, as he drops me to my feet.

“Well? Why the hell would you come here?” he growls.

Glancing back, I stare at the melee, wincing when a girl drops to her knees and the guy behind her follows. The two tumble into a heap and I gasp as Wolf grabs my chin and pulls me around.

“Well?” he asks, and I search his stern gaze before I remember why I came and reach for his hand.

“My sister…Mir,” I say. “I need to talk to her.”

His brows furrow and he looks over the crowd of people running every which way before he sighs and says, “C’mon.”

Relieved, I nod, shifting on my sore feet. When he glances down, his brows slam over his eyes, and he says, “Where are your shoes?”

Dumbly I stare at my feet. I hope Darcy wasn’t attached to her shoes.

Wolf growls, growls! And I snap my head up with wide eyes. He huffs and spins around surveying the fleeing masses before snapping, “You.”

But whoever he was calling out to doesn’t stop and he mutters, “Fuck.”

Next, he grabs the arm of a girl about my age, and she shrieks as he barks, “Give me your shoes.”

“Wh-What?” she stutters.

“The shoes,” he says, and she shrinks away.

A guy stumbles up next to her, staring at Wolf wide-eyed before saying, “Give him your shoes, Amy.”

She shoots him a look of utter disbelief, but he nods and with a frown, she sits on the ground. After pulling off each boot, she tosses them to Wolf who catches them with a grunt and turns away.

Dumbfounded, I watch them jog off and call out, “Th-Thank you.”

When Wolf rolls his eyes, I give him a good frown which he’s immune to as he hands me the shoes. To be clear, they’re not cute little boots, and I struggle to get them on because they go all the way to my thighs.

Wolf waits impatiently if his scowl is anything to go by. Surprisingly, they fit well but I feel out of my element when I stand and glance down.

Hm.

Wolf makes a weird noise in the back of his throat and when I look up, I freeze at the molten fire staring back at me. His nostrils flare as he stares at the boots, leading up my legs, over my bare stomach, and stopping on my chest.

My nipples peak and I suppress a whimper when his glittering eyes meet mine, his pupils blown.

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