Page 13 of Willing
“What’s so funny boys?” Dylan pulled Jensen in for a hug.
“Your man is hitting on me, that’s what’s up.”
“You wish Paul. Hey,” Jensen leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, “maybe that’s the problem. Is Carly not your type?”
“Ha, Ha… real funny. No, she’s my type – I just…” rubbing my forehead, I just couldn’t say it out loud.
“You’re just a pussy,” Dylan said matter of fact.
“Babe, I called a pack meeting – Paul picked up on a possible rogue or something weird in the woods. I want to let everyone about it, in case something is going on, just to be on the safe side.”
A few minutes later, the crew had arrived. The pack was made up of about forty people, but Jensen, Dylan, Carter, Joe, Mike, Chris, Kai, and I were all that needed to meet to discuss pack business. We handled the day to day – including protection.
After filling in the crew on what I had found in the woods, we parted ways. I headed to my room, battling my inner demons on what to do about Carly. I knew she was my destined mate – hell my wolf was tearing at my very fiber to make her ours. It was my human side that fought the pull. I just didn’t want to see her throw everything she’d worked hard for away, to be mine. But would she be throwing everything away? I just didn’t know...
