Page 114 of The Wolf King's Mate

“What happened?”

“The rogue went rabid,” Enzo gritted out, flipping the truck in a sudden U-turn. I grabbed theoh-shithandle as I slammed against my locked seatbelt. “He’s only a few minutes down the road from here. I have to handle it before he kills someone. You’ll stay in the truck.”

His voice rang with authority, but when his gaze moved to me in the rearview mirror, I could see that he was worried.

He turned sharply down a dirt road.

I tightened my grip on the bar. “Agreed.”

There was no world where I could fight a rabid male werewolf and not end up dead. I had no idea how to fight. My wolf would try to hold her own, but she was as clueless as I was.

“It hurts that badly when you communicate with someone?” I asked.

“It’s easier to talk to my brothers.”

Maybe that was why he hadn’t talked to me when he was gone.

Still, he could’ve asked one of his brothers to add me to a group chat so I knew what was going on. He clearly just didn’t want to.

“Has anyone died yet?”

“Not yet. A few of my enforcers are chasing him, and he’s headed in our direction. There’s a human woman injured. Her scream brought them over. One of them is with her, and it doesn’t look good.”

“Shit.”

“You’re staying in the truck.”

“I know. You already said that. I agreed.”

The silence between us was tense until he stopped in the middle of the dirt road. There was nowhere else to park, but he didn’t turn the vehicle off.

“Don’t leave the truck,” he repeated. “If the fight comes here, back up or drive straight. If someone brings the wounded woman, they’ll take you back to the Lodge. You can trust them.”

“Okay, Enzo. I’ll be fine. Deal with the threat.”

He jerked his head in a nod, like he was trying to convince himself that he agreed.

Then he grabbed my face and kissed me.

Hard.

The kiss was over as soon as it began. He stepped out of the truck, and dropped his clothes. Black fur replaced gorgeous, smooth skin before he disappeared into the forest.

Suddenly, the road felt very dark.

And very small.

And very empty.

My wolf watched the trees closely, on alert.

My fingers dug into the seats.

I should’ve shifted. At least then, I could’ve been ready to run. As it was, I felt like a sitting duck.

I lowered my window just a sliver, so I could hear the forest. My wolf’s ears strained as she listened, but she couldn’t hear a thing.

Logically, I knew Enzo wouldn’t leave me close to the rabid wolf. He wanted to protect the city, but he was insane about it when it came to me.

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