Page 71 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“Sorry.” I strode toward the door, typing in the code Hunter had left on a sticky note in the folder before pulling it open. The interior smelled like paint, and when I looked around, a smile stretched my cheeks.

The cabin was a blank canvas.

It could be anything I wanted it to be. The wood-looking tile floors were a neutral-light shade. The walls were white. The cabinets were the same sage green as the front door was, and the countertops glittered with white stone.

I walked through the house.

Four bedrooms. Three bathrooms. The master was a monstrosity, with a ridiculously large bathtub.

It was so much more than I needed… but I loved it. Desperately. There was no furniture, but I knew without a shadow of doubt that I’d be sleeping there that night, even if it meant shifting forms and letting my wolf get cozy.

All of the paperwork in the folder showed my name. Pretty much everything on the pack’s land belonged to the Alpha and his brothers, and would transfer to whoever the next Alpha was. It all belonged the pack.

But the short note Hunter had left told me that because I was a born wolf, and the Savages were the only people who could really keep me safe, I deserved to have my own space on the pack’s land. That this house wasmine, in every way.

He'd had some guys clear out an unused conference room on the ground floor of the Lodge to turn into a studio, too, so I didn’t have to go into town for work every day anymore.

And he included a link to websites for both the professional gear and furniture I would need, along with the necessary information to access credit that had been added to accounts for me on both sites.

I wasn’t entirely sure if I would spend his money furnishing everything yet. I did have a lot of savings, considering how much I worked vs my nearly nonexistent expenses while living in the Lodge for the past year.

But I wasn’t against letting him make up for all the shit he’d put me through.

So… maybe I’d spend his money.

Time would tell.

After we put my stuff down, Syd dragged me back to the Lodge with her for dinner, refusing to take no for an answer. The sun was going down, and we had a long walk to get back.

Plus, there was no food in my house.

And Syd was worried about me being trapped there without a vehicle, despite the fact that I could sprout fur.

My broken arm did make the fur more difficult.

So, I agreed to leave.

Sydney and Charlie ditched their clothes and shifted, leaving the fabric in the decorative box outside my house. It was empty, but every cabin on the pack’s land, as well as the Lodge, had a space for people to leave and pick up their clothes.

The Lodge had community clothing too, so they wouldn’t have a problem finding something to wear when we got there.

I had to ride on Sydney’s back because of my damn arm, but it was nice to feel the wind on my face again. I needed to shift and let my wolf roam again—though it was rare that she actually enjoyed doing so. Everything scared her too much.

By the time we got back to the Lodge and they shifted back, I was feeling good.

Everything was going to be okay.

I went over to the clothing box with Charlie, planning to grab a shirt for Sydney. As I pulled it out, Fletcher came jogging out of the front doors with one of his sweatshirts in his hands.

Syd shifted back, laughing when he tugged the fabric over her head and covered the rest of her. It fell nearly to her knees as she grabbed his face and kissed him.

They were so adorable, it made me nauseous.

“Get a room,” I crowed, tossing the shirt I’d grabbed at Sydney.

She threw it back at me, her smile teasing. “Don’t be jealous, Nova. We both know you could have a man waiting for you too.”

I threw the shirt back in the bin. “We’re not talking about that right now.” There were way too many people around, with everyone arriving back from work and heading inside for dinner.

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