Page 100 of Feral Mates
A pillow.
A picture on the wall.
I lifted my head, curious as to what she was looking at. It was a picture and I could tell of her when she was much younger. Flanking her sides were a man and a woman who looked very much like her. They were her parents. They looked very happy.
She lingered there for a few seconds before turning and placing her hand over her mouth.
Once again, I pushed my muzzle against her butt, urging her to continue.
“I may never see them again, Kai. I’ll miss them.” As if realizing something, she turned to face me. “Like you must with your pack.”
“Don’t worry, little mate. It’s different with wolves. Yes, there is a sense of loneliness, but we are often lone wolves for a reason.”
Her laugh was subtle yet powerful to me. She’d become part of my pack. Our pack. A new establishment. Would it ever grow? That I didn’t know, but I certainly wouldn’t rule out any possibilities. “That’s good to know. I’m glad I can hear your thoughts. How very strange. How very… scary.”
“Finish. Get some clothes. We will find a place to hide and rest.”
She moved through the house, heading upstairs to a bedroom. I stood in the doorway, inhaling as I drank in her luscious form. The scent was delicate, like flowers. Her parents’ bedroom. She opened drawers, finding what she needed including a pair of her mother’s jeans. After donning a shirt and grabbing a jacket, she moved quickly toward a nightstand.
“My mother always kept an emergency stash of cash. For a rainy day. I don’t think she’ll mind.” She shoved the cash into her pocket and tentatively moved to the other side of the bed. She reached out for the drawer then hesitated, curling her fingers.
“What’s wrong?”
Her laugh was even more nervous than before, but she finally slid it open, pulling out whatever she was searching for. “My father’s gun. He always keeps it in here. Before you ask, I don’t like weapons, but my father was a highly trained marksman. He taught me to respect it.”
I growled in response.
“My brother was killed by an assailant who broke into the house a long time ago. With a gun. I think I need to shove my fears aside. Don’t you? He would want me safe. So would my father.” She slammed the drawer and headed for the closet, pulling down a box.
Ammunition.
Once the gun was loaded, she shoved the weapon into her jacket pocket and headed downstairs.
“My father might be able to help us with that. As long as he picks up the phone.” She returned to the office she’d been in whenwe’d first arrived, running her fingers across the computer. “Thank God they didn’t take my father’s computer.”
She moved to something located on another piece of furniture and it took me a few seconds to realize what she was doing. Her father had a landline still installed. With her hand shaking, she picked up and punched in several numbers. Once she had, she turned to look at me, offering a smile while she remained anxious and fearful.
Not just of being captured, but also what would happen in the future.
When she closed her eyes, I felt a sense of relief. “Hey, Daddy. I really could use your help.”
As she explained what was going on, she nodded several times, writing something on a piece of paper.
“Yes, I know where to go. Thank you, Daddy. I’ll call you when I can.” As soon as she ended the call, she hung her head. “We have a plan. It’s risky, but it’s the only one we have.”
When she looked me in the eyes again, there was determination in hers.
“Let’s get out of here.”
She turned off the lights and we headed to the door. The moment she opened it, we heard a noise.
“There’s a vehicle approaching.”
I swung my head toward the driveway.“I can smell their stench. They mean us harm.”
Apollo and Roman moved toward us.
“Get on my back. There’s no time to waste.”She listened to me.
