Page 55 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Fletch…” I trailed off.

He grunted. “I’m fine, Aspen. I’ll figure it out.”

“It’s just that I’ve heard about a lot of werewolves going rogue,” I said, my voice growing quieter. I wasn’t sure whether or not the Alpha’s brothers would let me talk about that with someone outside the pack. “They get lost to their wolves. It’s a serious proble?—”

The line went dead.

A text came through my phone, and I looked down at the screen.

Unknown

Don’t talk about that

The message had to be from Hunter.

My chest tightened.

Me

Fine, I won’t

I called Fletcher back, lifting the phone to my ear again.

“What happened?” he growled.

“Nothing. I’m not supposed to talk about the king’s business. Anyway, just be careful. If you feel yourself slipping, come find me. I’ll get you into the pack if Jake can’t.”

“I won’t have you ask him for a favor from me. We have no idea what he’d demand in exchange.”

Fletcher had a point.

Enzo had never made me trade anything for clothes, meals, or medical care, but those things were kind of required if he was going to make me mate with him. Letting my brother into the pack to save his life wasn’t.

“I can survive one favor, Fletch. You were kicked out of Creek because of me. Just?—”

“I’ve got to go. I’ll update you when I’ve found another pack. Love you.” His voice was gruff.

He was sad, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He’d spent so many years in the Creek Pack as a teenager, taming his wolfand forcing the beast to follow another Alpha. He had only been allowed there because of our adoptive parents’ influence. We’d been apart for a while, then. It wasn’t until he finally took over the pack that we’d deemed it safe enough for me to move with him.

“Love you too.”

He hung up as soon as I got the words out, and I let out a shaky breath.

If he wasn’t going to join the Crimson Pack, there was only one choice left.

Silas.

Another shaky breath escaped me.

Calling Silas was a bad idea, considering the possessive Alpha whose brother was probably listening in on my calls. But Fletcher would never ask him for help.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a long moment, and padded back to the closet.

I’d call him after I was dressed, just in case Enzo came blazing in while I talked to him. I definitely couldn’t risk the Alpha thinking I was making any kind of a romantic phone call. Silaswoulddie. Enzo had already hurt him more than anyone else he’d attacked because of me.

I went back into the closet and looked through the clothes. Strangely enough, they looked almost the same as my old ones. The sports bras were the same size, though the fabric felt softer and nicer, and I lifted my eyebrows at the brand’s logo.

The cropped, sporty jackets and sweatshirts I preferred were similar cuts and colors to my old ones, too. The leggings all had pockets, like my old ones. The spandex shorts and running shorts were cut perfectly. When I held them up to my legs, they actually looked like they might be the lengths I needed. And they were all the same dark, neutral shades I preferred.

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