Page 104 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“I’m just saying, it would be worth trying a careful meeting between her and your wolf.”

“Nova will never meet that fucker,”I snarled back.

“Then don’t lead her along, or you’re just as bad as I am,”Hunter snapped.

The words stung, but he wasn’t wrong.

The sound of tires had me jerking my head away from my phone. Relief lowered my shoulders when I saw Nova behind the wheel of the Jeep I’d bought her.

She was okay.

My wolf was still pissed, though.

I strode up to her door as she parked, and opened it as soon as she shut off the vehicle. She made a noise of protest when I unbuckled her seat belt and plucked her out of the seat, pulling her roughly into my arms.

“I’m fine, Savage,” she mumbled against my chest, and my wolf rumbled as I held her tightly. He rammed the bars of his cage, but couldn’t get through.

He wasn’t going to get the chance to hurt her.

I buried my nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. “You smell like death, Gorgeous.”

“That would be me,” a voice that was only slightly different from Nova’s said weakly from the back seat.

I didn’t lift my nose from my mate’s throat.

Her sister could wait.

When Olive started coughing violently, Nova wrestled her way free of my grip and stepped over to the door behind hers. She opened it, and leaned into the vehicle to unbuckle her sister.

“I’ve got it,” Olive protested weakly.

My nostrils flared at the lie in her voice.

How bad of shape was the woman in?

“You don’t have it. We need to get you inside so I can bite you,” Nova shot back.

Olive sighed.

My wolf snarled.

“You’re not bitinganyone,” I countered, stepping up behind my female and grabbing her hips to steady her when she wobbled.

“Like hell I’m not.”

“You nearly died the last time you changed someone, Nova. It barely affects Aspen. She’ll handle it.”

Nova flashed me a glare over her shoulder. “Olive is my sister. I’m the one who’s going to bite her. End of the fucking discussion.”

“Easy,” Olive croaked, and I finally looked at her.

She looked like a softer version of my mate, with less tattoos—but she also looked like she was in the process of dying.

“Hi. I’m Oli.” She lifted a hand toward me weakly.

“I’m Clay. Nova’s?—”

“Friend,” Nova snapped.

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