Page 5 of The Delta's Rogue
No, I don’t react to it at all. “Find who?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
Sarina rolls her big brown eyes at me, not buying my act in the slightest. “I’m not stupid. I know you’re going to track the male who attacked Haven. She’s your brother’s mate, isn’t she?”
My jaw ticks, and I slide my hand out of hers. “She’s our future luna, yes.”
There’s no use denying it and no reason to hide it. Now that Haven is twenty-one, now that both of them are of the age to find their fated mate, Wesley confirmed what I always suspected to be true—she is the other half of his soul.
Sarina gives me a triumphant little grin. “And her attacker is a lycan. He’s determined, crazed, and crafty. You’re going to need more than just you and your instincts to find him. I can help you track him down.”
“Wearing that?” I nod at her short red dress.
“I can change.”
I shake my head and run my hand through my now messy hair. “We don’t have time for that. He took off to Goddess only knows where and—”
“You’re wasting more time by arguing with me.” She rolls her eyes again—harder this time—and I clench my jaw. “He’ll find a spot to hunker down in. He’ll lie low for as long as possible. So we have a little time for me to put on ‘acceptable’ clothing and get some of the others to help as well.”
“The others?” I ask as she spins and heads towards the center of the campsite.
“From my pack.”
“Your pack?”
“The other nomads. Keep up, Pretty Boy.”
She doesn’t turn around. Instead, she beckons me over her shoulder with her index finger, something that both irks me and intrigues me. Just like everything else about her.
“You should probably change too,” she says, not checking to see if I followed her, somehow knowing that I did.
I glance down at my ruined clothing, another wave of guilt washing over me at the size of the bloodstain on my shirt. I don’t even remember putting it back on after the nurses in our pack hospital took Haven.
“If a human sees your bloodstainedclothes—”
“I’m going to shift.” My brow furrows. “I can scent him better and move faster as a lycan.”
She presses her lips together, her hand grasping the flap of the tent she just unzipped. “I think you and I should stay in human form.”
“Why?”
“I can mindlink my pack and you can mindlink yours, but we can’t mindlink each other. If you and I stay in human form, then I can pass my pack’s info to you and you can pass it to your friends, and vice versa,” she explains. “Plus, you need to go back to Moonlighters, right?”
“You can’t come in there with me. You’re only nineteen.”
“I have a fake ID, remember?” She scoffs, ducking inside and letting the flap fall closed behind her.
I cross my arms as I wait, my knee bouncing. The sounds of a bag opening and clothing being rifled through work their way to me from inside the tent, and I studiously avoid peeking through the gap created by the unzipped tent door. I don’t know if she left it open on purpose to tempt me. I don’twantto know.
She has a point, though. If her friends help, we’ll need to communicate, and we can’t do that if we’re all shifted since they’re not part of my pack.
“Are you coming inside?” She pokes her head out, still wearing her red dress. It’s hot as hell but not conducive to what we’ll be doing.
I frown. “You’re supposed to be changing.”
She laughs, her plump lips stretching into a wide smile. “This isn’t my tent. It’s Riven’s. I’m getting clothes for you.”
She tugs me inside, pointing at the cot with a clean outfit laid out on it—black jeans, a white T-shirt, and a leather jacket. “Those should fit you. Get changed, and then we’ll head out.”
I stare after her as she leaves, gritting my teeth against the seductive scent of honeysuckle flitting about my nose like a hummingbird. Then I change, shooting off a mindlink to Levi—the son of our pack’s doctor and one of our best warriors—telling him to meet me at the club.
