Page 20 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

She shrugs, clearly disinterested. “Whatever.”

The sound of an approaching vehicle grows louder, distracting me from my argument with Tagge.

“We’re not expecting anyone, are we, Fin?” I frown at the approaching car, alert in case it’s a threat.

“Ah.”

I glance at him. “What do you mean, ah?”

A dark blue Toyota Corolla comes to a stop feet away, and the driver, a beautiful woman in a pair of blue jeans, a black sweatshirt, and her dark hair tightly braided, climbs out.

Kat.

A slow grin stretches across my face.

I was right. I didn’t need to go to her. I should have just waited for her to come to me.

Guess she decided there was no one better than me after all.

7

KAT

Before I’ve gotten one leg out of my car, I’m itching to slap the smug smile off the Wolf King’s face.

A bear of a man with long brown hair, sea-green eyes, and a massive chest stares at me with naked curiosity.

The woman standing beside him is shorter and slimmer, yet bears such a striking resemblance to him they could be siblings. She lowers her phone. “You’re real.”

What isthatsupposed to mean?

“Who are you?” The man demands.

“Thisis Kat.” The Wolf King’s smug smile ramps up to eye-twitching levels. “Mymate.”

I look at the stranger and he looks at me.

“Kat?” His eyes probe me.

I close my car door as I wonder if coming here was a good idea. “Yes. Why?”

“Where did you come from?” He stalks toward me, and I edge back a half-step, not loving all this attention.

“Uh, the city. Who are you?”

“Tagge. The Wolf Lord of Starling’s Peak.”

Shit. Aren was telling the truth. I genuinely thought he was making it up to get me back here. I dart a rapid glance at Aren. The Wolf King is still looking far too smug for my liking. I look away before I give in to the urge to slap that smug smile off his face.

“Now you’ve seen her. You can leave,” Aren tells Tagge. “Now.”

“Not so fast,” Tagge says, not taking his eyes off me.

Like Aren, the woman beside him, and Finan, Tagge wears black and gray sweats. Loose, comfy, and making me regret the skinny jeans I’d picked out for the long drive to northern Montana.

It’s a relief when the Wolf King snaps at Tagge. “Stop staring at her. She’s mine.”

Tagge gives me another long look, then spins around. “I’m going for a walk.”

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