Page 26 of Wanderlust With Wolves

It takes everything in me not to lunge for her.

Not yet.

Let her have her moment of victory.

It’s only polite to let my future mate believe she’s doing well.

I brace myself.

And then?—

I pounce.

Chapter Twelve

CAUGHT

Maya

I wait.

Hiding in the leaves, my breath slow, my pulse hammering against my ribs.

I try to keep still, to listen, to feel the night around me?—

But the seconds stretch longer and longer, and the waiting becomes unbearable.

Where is he?

Is he toying with me? Letting me stew in my own anticipation?

Or has he moved on?

I don’t want that thought.

I don’t want to be forgotten in the trees, lost in the game.

The idea sparks something reckless in me.

I inhale sharply and veer off, muscles coiling, legs kicking into a sprint as I launch toward another copse of trees.

I’m fast.

But not fast enough.

Because in the next breath, I am plucked from the ground, lifted effortlessly into the air, a pair of strong arms caging me in, locking me tight against a furnace of solid heat.

The world tilts?—

And my breath catches as I realize what’s happened.

He has me.

Ronan has me.

The mood shifts.

The playful delight of the chase, the teasing edge of the game?—

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