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“I don’t have an answer for you, baby. You may never get the answers you seek. The only person who can give you those answers is a man I don’t want you anywhere near. And that’s not me trying to tell you what to do. That’s just me being concerned for my mate’s safety because he’s the most dangerous person you could ever be around.”

I completely understood why he wouldn’t want me around the man.

I didn’t want to be around the man. But I was going to go looking for him anyway because I was going to get the answers to my questions, whether it was good for me or not.

“Are you good now, baby, because I gotta get back to the shop. There are a bunch of wolves in town that aren’t mine but want to join with us. I walked out of a meeting with some of them to come here and make sure you were alright. Unfortunately, I have to get back to them, though.”

I wanted to cry all over again. Christ. Rally just might be the sweetest man I had ever met in my whole life.

I told him he could let Fox inside the house and he left.

I texted Detective Rowans to tell him I was fine and not to worry about me.

His response was immediate and surprised me.

I knew you’d be fine. You might have needed a minute but I knew you’d be okay you’re strong and resilient.

Well, okay then. It felt nice to know that’s what he thought of me.

It’s the hunter’s that I’m worried about. After you left they argued. Roan wanted to chase after you and Bane had to physically restrain him to stop him.

I don’t trust them, Ruby Jane. And I don’t think they’re just going to go back to where they came from when this is all said and done.

I think they’re both obsessed with you and I don’t trust them. Watch your back and be careful.

I didn’t like the sound of any of that and it was the last thing I needed in my life at the moment.

Chapter 29

Later that day Fox and I were in my living room watching television.

I couldn’t remember when the last time I had actually even been in this room was, but I had picked being in here over sitting in awkward silence in the kitchen. Well, it hadn’t seemed to be an awkward silence for Fox but it had certainly been awkward for me.

When I first moved in here there had been extremely fancy looking furniture in the living room. It looked like something you were only ever allowed to look at and never actually touch or sit on or you’d get into trouble. I had gotten rid of it all without hesitation and replaced it.

There was now a huge sectional couch and two overstuffed chairs that were so big two people could fit on them comfortably. I’d had a large flat screen television mounted over the fireplace and there were tables in the appropriate places.

Like most of the rest of the house though it lacked personality and was very bland. Looking around the room now with Fox being in it it bothered me and it had never bothered me before. Probably because I had never actually used the room before.

Maybe it was time to start making my house a home, my home. It was probably well past time. The last time I’d had a home, a real home, my mother had been alive. This might have been my safe space, and I appreciated that, but it was almost like a ghost lived here and it was time to change that.

I hoped he didn’t think of me as some kind of fragile flower now because I had some kind of mental breakdown in front of him.

I gave Fox the remote to the television and told him to make himself at home.

And he did exactly that, much to my amusement.

He let himself into my refrigerator. He got himself a can of coke and made himself two very large sandwiches. He used two different kinds of lunch meat, two different kinds of cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and potato chips. They were stacked and I would have never thought to put potato chips on a sandwich but I just might try it next time.

Then he kicked back on my couch with his feet up on my coffee table while eating with one hand and using the remote control to the television with his other hand to flick through movies on Netflix.

I wanted to be annoyed with him for making himself so comfortable in my home but I couldn’t be mad at him. He was just doing what I had told him to do and I couldn't fault him for that.

I didn’t want him to starve while he was at my house and I honestly didn’t care that he helped himself to what was in my fridge. I wasn’t going to eat it all anyways and had gotten a little carried away when I was ordering food for Ginger and the guest house. I never had that much food in my fridge and Fox was only saving me from later having to throw it out when it eventually went bad.

Fox picked a show calledAlone. It was about these survivalists (at least that’s what I was going to call them) that were all dropped off in the wilderness with a backpack full of stuff and nothing else. They had to build their own shelter and find their own food or they’d freeze to death and starve.

Whoever made it the longest without tapping out, or being removed for medical reasons, won a bunch of money at the end.

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