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Cole's tone immediately changes to one of concern. "What's wrong, Saffy?" he asks, his voice calm but deadly serious. "I'm at the cabin; my sister just picked Annie up. Do you need me to come get you?"

"No." I choke back a sob. "I'm in my truck. By the store."

"Can you drive? Can you come here, or I can come to you?" In the background, I can hear rustling and assume he's grabbing his keys.

"No, no, it's okay. I'll come to you."

I wipe away my tears as the engine roars to life. I glance around nervously but don't see Terrance anywhere as I drive through the quiet streets.

Twenty minutes later, I'm driving up the winding road to Cole's cabin. As soon as I turn the final bend, I see him step outonto the porch, taking the steps two at a time until I come to a stop directly in front of him. He opens the driver's door and pulls me into his arms.

"What the hell happened?" he demands. "You're shaking."

I take a deep breath. All the way over here, I tried to remember my presentation outline. My “elevator speech,” as Tanya calls it, or the best way to explain my program and how it can be used. I know I need to be able to explain it to Cole so he can help me protect myself from Terrance if he tries to steal my program.

But now I'm in Cole's arms, and all I can think about is how scared I was being around Terrance and how stupid I was to agree to sit down with him.

"I saw Terrance," I whisper.

Immediately, Cole steps back, his concerned face morphing into quiet rage. "What the fuck did he do to you?" he asks, his gaze roaming over me as if checking for injuries. "Did he hurt you?"

"No. I mean, he started to get agitated, and I got scared. We were having coffee, and he—" I start explaining, but the murderous look on Cole's face stops me in my tracks.

His voice is low and cold when he speaks. "Get the fuck inside and explain to me why the fuck you were having coffee with him. He could have hurt you."

Cole's wolf is burning brightly in his eyes, and mine responds, shrinking under his gaze. As we walk inside, I try to summon the words to explain, but as soon as he closes the door, he pulls me into his arms again. "What the hell were you thinking? What if something had happened?"

Through the rage, all I can feel is fear emanating from him. I sink into his embrace, letting his concern wash over me.

Chapter 21 - Cole

I pour Saffy a cold drink, taking my time and letting the water run cooler for a moment so I can gather my thoughts and calm my rage. The moment I pulled her out of the car and into my arms, I could smell Terrance on her. The scent of another male mixed with the scent of her fear almost pushed my wolf over the edge.

I know I need to listen to her explain what happened, but the rage rushing through my veins threatens to overwhelm me. Thank God Annie isn't here to see me like this. I turn back to look at Saffy, sitting at the kitchen island. She looks so small and fragile, her normally bright and happy eyes downcast.

I could fucking kill that boy.

He touched what wasmine.

I hand Saffy the water and let her take a couple of sips before pushing her. "I need to know exactly what happened. From the beginning."

She hesitates before speaking. "He was waiting for me, I think. Outside the store."

"You were working at the store again?" I ask, still surprised by how she manages to fit everything in.

She nods, taking another sip of water, though I'm sure it's just to take some time to formulate her words rather than because she's thirsty. "I'm such an idiot," she says, her voice cracking. "He looked so sad and said he wanted to talk."

"And you told him to get lost, right? How did you end up having a coffee with the man who tried torapeyou, Saffy?" I prompt, dismayed when she hesitates.

Shaking her head, she replies. "I agreed to a coffee at Miller’s. He just wanted to apologize."

I can't help scoffing and turning away from her, running my hand through my hair in frustration. The thought of heragreeing to sit down with a man who could hurt her the way he tried to enrages me. I'm not used to feeling out of control, but as I listen to her, I realize how little control I've had over this situation.

Hearing a sob, I turn to look at her, instantly feeling guilty for making her cry. "He was my friend," she says between tears. "I just wanted to understand."

"And do you? Do you understand now?" I snap. "What could there possibly be to understand?"

She looks up at me, and for the first time, I see a flash of her wolf in her eyes. A brief glimpse into her hidden strength. "He was my friend, and I wanted to know why he tried to hurt me. But all I discovered is that he's bitter. He did apologize, but I don't think it was real."

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