Page 42 of Claimed By Werewolf
Tremor.
I swore under my breath.I shoved out of bed and dragged on my jeans and cut.Demi pulled the sheet up around her and watched me with wary eyes.
“Stay quiet,” I ordered.
She scowled.“Don’t tell me what—”
“Demi.”My voice came out sharper than I meant, edged with fear I couldn’t hide.“Please.Just stay quiet.”
Her lips pressed tight, but she nodded.
I yanked the door open.Tremor stood there with his smirk razor-sharp, and his eyes flicked past me to the bed where Demi was visible through the dim light.
“Well, well,” he drawled.“Guess claiming her wasn’t just talk.”
My body blocked the doorway.“You got something to say, say it.”
He leaned in, his grin humorless.“Word’s spreading, Wolf.You bringing her in like this, making her yours, it’s got people talking.Some don’t like it.”
“Let ‘em talk,” I growled.
His eyes glinted.“Just remember, when a man claims something in this life, he’s saying he’s willing to bleed for it.Willing to die for it.You ready for that?”
I didn’t flinch.“Yeah.I am.”
Tremor’s smirk widened, but there was still no humor in it.“Good.You better be.”He turned and walked away.
I shut the door with my pulse jackhammering in my ear and my jaw tight.
Demi sat up on the bed with the sheet clutched to her chest, and her eyes searched mine.“What did he mean?”
I dragged a hand through my hair and swore under my breath.“It means the clock’s ticking.Means people are watching us closer than ever.And it means that from now on, if someone wants to come after me, they’ll come after you too.”
Her face paled, but she didn’t look away.“Then let them.”
My chest tightened.“You don’t understand—”
“No, you don’t,” she snapped, fire flaring in her eyes.“I know what I’m risking, Wolf.I’ve known since the night I found you.And I don’t care.I’m not walking away.”Her voice cracked.“Not from you.Not from this.And not until I know the truth about Tyler.”
The weight of her words hit hard.
I sat on the edge of the bed, dragged her into my arms, and buried my face against her neck.“You’re going to get me killed, Demi.”
She held me tighter, and her lips brushed my ear.“Then I guess we go down together.”
My arms crushed her against me, and my body tried to tell her with everything I couldn’t say.
Because she was right.
There was no walking back now.
She was mine.
And I’d bleed before I let the world take her from me.
That night, I kept watch from the window.A cigarette burned low between my fingers while she slept, tangled in the sheets behind me.
Every sound in the clubhouse made my hand twitch toward the gun next to me.
