Page 23 of Claimed By Werewolf
He didn’t slow.
Didn’t swerve.
Just kept driving until warehouses appeared.
My grip tightened on the wheel.Whatever he was doing out here wasn’t legal.
And if he caught me…
I shook the thought away.I’d come too far to turn back now.
He pulled into a lot shadowed by rusting shipping containers, and the truck’s taillights glowed red before winking out.I coasted past, then circled back to park half a block away.
The night was around me, the air thick with the smell of oil and damp asphalt.I slipped out of my car and hugged shadows as I crept closer.
I found him leaning against the truck with a cigarette glowing between his fingers and his phone pressed to his ear.His voice was too low to catch, but his posture was rigid.Whoever was on the other end wasn’t a friendly call.
I crouched behind a stack of pallets and strained to hear what he was saying.
Then his head lifted and his eyes cut straight to where I hid.
Shit.
I ducked lower, and my pulse thundered in my ears.Maybe he hadn’t seen.Maybe…
“Demi.”His voice cracked the night like thunder.
I froze.
“Come out.”
Slowly, like prey stepping into the open, I rose.My breath puffed white in the cold air, and my hands trembled as I shoved them into my pockets.
He didn’t move.Just watched me with that predator’s stillness that made every instinct screamrun.
But I didn’t.
I stepped closer.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”he asked, voice low and lethal.
“Following you,” I admitted.
His brows snapped down, and in two strides, he was on me.His hand closed around my arm and dragged me closer until my chest brushed his.
“Are you insane?”he growled.“Do you have a death wish?”
“Not a death wish,” I shot back.“A truth wish.”
His grip tightened, and his eyes blazed.“You don’t know what you’re playing with.I keep telling you that, but you’re not hearing me.”
“And you don’t know how it feels to bury your brother without answers!”The words ripped out of me.
For a moment, the fury in his gaze faltered and was replaced by something hollow.Something haunted.
Then he cursed low, yanked me toward the truck, and all but shoved me into the passenger seat.
“Buckle up,” he ordered, and climbed in beside me.
