Page 19 of Sigma
“He drove in and saw me, told me to leave, then shifted.”
“So, you met his wolf close up?”
I nod. “He got my throat in his mouth and then shifted back and claimed me immediately, no introductions or anything. And then after he… gave my neck his mark he knifed off me and swam across the river, yelling at me from over there to leave. Then you guys got here, and it made him shift back. I think he fought shifting. And lost.”
“Fuck.”
“Maybe his wolf won’t harm me. Maybe it recognizes me. Did you see how he reacted when I shifted?”
“He won’t want to take that chance.”
“Give me the stun gun,” I say. “I’ll be careful.”
He looks me over, pondering it.
Mase and Tyson join us.
“I’m not leaving,” I state inflexibly, eyes bouncing across all of them.
“He could’ve killed you, Sis,” Linc warns.
“He didn’t,” I remind him.
“Doesn’t mean he won’t,” Linc volleys.
“You just said you think all this is happening for a reason, Lincoln.”
Linc huffs out a breath.
“We’ve got a taser and a stun gun,” Mase says. “If she’s double-fisted, she could zap him through the bars, then call one of us. We’ll leave her a vehicle to get away quick if he does.”
Linc replies. “Jared has a full kit of defense weapons. Probably back in his truck. He’s got strong ones. But this could go on for days before we can even have a conversation with him, guys.”
“Then bring his truck and camper here,” I suggest. “Then I’ve got amenities while I wait.”
“We’ll have the women stock you up with supplies,” Tyson offers. “I’ve got generators at the cabin. Then you’ve got comforts.”
“It’s got a decent solar set-up, and he’s got a generator,” Joel steps out, closing the barred door over and testing to ensure it’s closed before he hangs a set of keys on a nail outside the door and says, “We’ll check and see if his tanks are empty.”
“Don’t like this,” Linc grits out.
“I’m sorry, Lincoln, but that’s too bad,” I dig in. “Nobody should get between an alpha and his mate, right?”
Linc’s gaze narrows. He doesn’t like that I’m playing this card that the alphas always play. And too bad.
Linc massages his temples with one hand.
“I’ll go get those supplies,” Joel announces.
“I’ll bring back the truck and trailer,” Tyson offers.
“Sounds good,” I say, straightening my spine, ready to move on.
Linc isn’t on board.
Tyson grabs Linc’s shoulder affectionately and says, “Fate knows what it’s doing. You already pointed it out. Now trust it.”
Linc blows out a long exhale and squeezes the back of his neck. “I care about you,” he says to me, emotion oozing in those warm eyes.
