Page 67 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

I grimaced at the reminder of what had happened in my car, and on that mountain.

A shadow of a memory started to come back, but I pushed it away. The emotions that came with it didn’t fade, though.

Terror.

Pain.

Hopelessness.

I let out a shaky breath as I caught up to Charlie. “Did you hear all that?”

“Yup.”

I grimaced. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. For the record, I don’t have a mate, but I prefer men.”

Right.

That would’ve been why Hunter was comfortable putting him in charge of my guard rotation. I should’ve put that together sooner.

My grimace deepened. “Do you happen to have any idea about what I should do?”

“I think there are a lot of things you can try, but no matter what you choose, Clay and Hunter are going to have to face each other.”

I sighed. “I need a way to avoid it all. I don’t want to be the reason they’re fighting.”

“At this point, that seems like a pipe dream.”

He wasn’t wrong, even though I wanted him to be.

“I could always just leave.”

“Nova, we both know that they would chase you. Hunter’s wolf would force him to do it, and Clay would want to.”

Which was just lovely.

What a freaking mess.

I knockedon the door to Hunter’s office once.

Then again.

Finally, I called out, “If you don’t open the door, I’m going to break in.”

I heard footsteps, and the door finally opened. A scruffy, exhausted-looking Hunter pulled the door open and gestured to the chair I’d taken the last time I was there.

That felt like a lifetime ago.

“Have you gotten into the phone yet?” I asked, taking the chair and pulling my knees to my chest.

“No. I don’t know who that fucker is, but I’m going to find out. There must be people behind him, protecting him. We’ll find them.”

I grimaced.

That didn’t make me feel safe. Not even a little.

“We need to talk,” I said.

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