My wolf led Graham to the door of my apartment, and she waited patiently while he found the key and unlocked the door.
“No one locks anything on our pack’s land,” he told her, as he got it open.
Probably because they were all gigantic men with literal predators living inside them.
If I lived on his pack’s land, I would definitely still lock the door.
It was insane to think that was actually a possible outcome for the situation we were in. Living together. It wasn’t even a stretch.
Everything had officially been flipped upside down. Now, I was just doing my best to hold on for dear life.
My wolf went inside first, and Graham stopped abruptly in the doorway. When she looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing, I found him with his eyes closed and his nostrils flared.
He was justsmellingme.
My wolf went back and rubbed up against his leg. He scratched her back, finally forcing his eyes open.
The emerald green was darker. The shadows behind it were too.
He didn’t comment on the change, just closing the front door behind him and taking in the living room.
It wasn’t clean, like his house. Or new and modern like his either.
My couch was well-loved, purchased second-hand on an online marketplace. So was the coffee table, and the barstools sitting in front of the island’s built-in table were too.
You could hardly see the furniture, because there were paint supplies, canvases, prints, and shipping materials piled everywhere.
My bedroom was just as bad.
Between my job and my business, I lived art. And didn’t have anywhere near enough space.
Maybe that was part of the reason why Jade and I were out hiking as often as possible. Her place was even smaller than mine.
Then again, my wolf forced me to get outside frequently. So that was her fault.
Graham whistled slowly. “Nico wasn’t kidding about the art thing.”
Though he called itthe art thing, there was no judgment behind the words. Some people looked down on artists. I’d been told I needed to pick a real job dozens of times, as if there was no way to make money in the industry.
It wasn’t as simple as just applying for a normal job, but it was possible. I was making it happen, and had been for years.
Graham made his way through the living room with a surprising amount of ease, looking at every piece he passed. He took his time, and there was no denying that he was impressed based on the expression he wore.
“She’s amazing,” he told Furball, when he reached the corner of the room. There was no sarcasm behind the words.
He looked through the two large, stacked plastic boxes that had the materials necessary for my university job. “Are these for her classes? They’re different than everything else.”
My wolf nodded.
He closed the boxes, not as interested in that stuff.
Graham took two steps toward the bathroom before someone knocked loudly on my door.
My wolf hadn’t looked at the clock, but I knew it wasn’t noon yet. Noon was when Jade would meet me at my place for our hike.
Which meant Maya was at my door.
Graham glanced at my wolf. “It’s probably best if I pretend not to be here.”
