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Sexywolf: Is that just in reference to random texting games… or other things ;)
Wineowolf: Damn, you are a horny dog today…I’m pretty flexible.
Sexywolf: Sexy Wolf has fainted and will be momentarily indisposed; please hold while he recovers.
Wineowolf: Well, on that note, I gotta get back to work.
Sexywolf: Alright, sunshine. I’ll talk to you later.
Wineowolf: Bye *kiss*
Sexywolf: Caught it and put it on my lips.
I can’t wait to meet this man. How can it feel like you know someone so well when you’ve never even met them before? I have to focus. Get through the day, get home, pack, and head to the Twilight Meadows pack. It should be a good time, but I am disappointed I can’t meet my mystery sexy wolf.
Chapter 4 - Paige
We left early this morning to get ahead of traffic, which I really don't mind. I've always been a morning person; so long as I have a coffee in my hand, I am good to go. We're about an hour away, and the scenery outside has started to change from a more urban environment to a smaller-town feel. The trees are more plentiful and have a light dusting of snow on them, and the road curves more instead of the efficient straight roads with nothing to look at.
I miss living in places like this. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy living in the city, but it's lonely there. Sure, there is always a place open late at night to find food, or a somewhere to find something fun and entertaining to do, but it's not the same as living in a place surrounded by nature. My wolf sighs the closer we get to Quinn's pack. It's become a safe place for me, and an example of a pack that works together to help each other out. I was so impressed last year when the entire pack came together to save Quinn. Even though she was from an enemy pack, they all rallied together to save her. My old pack never would have done that. A survival of the fittest mentality barely touches the surface of what my old pack thought about weak shifters.
But even with my own traumatic upbringing, I still miss being a part of a pack. Shifters aren't made to live alone. That's why so many rogue wolves lose their minds. I think my own saving grace is that I found somewhat of a community in the city, and I am in constant contact with Thorn. But I can't help that for the past eight years, I have felt lonely. It's been worse at different times over the years, but the undercurrent is the same.
"What are you thinking about?"
Speak of the devil.
I let out a soft sigh and watch the trees pass by my window. "I miss being part of a pack sometimes. It's lonely, living in the city by myself."
Thorn is quiet for a while. I don't ever want him to think I am ungrateful for what he did for me, and he has always told me to be honest with him, but I hope what I said doesn't sound ungrateful, and I tell him so.
"No, I don't think you sound ungrateful, Paige. I was just thinking about how I could try and help."
"I don't need you to fix it, I promise. Sometimes I feel it more than other times, that's all."
"Have you thought about joining Quinn's pack? They are a good, strong pack and treat their packmates with respect. Eli is a good Alpha—it would be a safe place for you."
I turn my body toward Thorn and stare at his profile. His jet-black hair is slicked back, and he is wearing a charcoal-gray button-down top and a pair of black dress pants. The embodiment of the council. But the professional clothes can't hide how strong and dangerous he is. I wish he didn't feel like he had to take care of me. I wish he could live a happy life and find joy in the small things; he deserves it.
"Briefly, but I really like my job, and I'm not willing to give it up just yet. Though I have been talking to someone on that app Quinn used to meet Eli." I've been avoiding telling him this, unsure of how he would react.
"I know." My eyes go wide. His features haven't changed, but the tick in his jaw tells me he isn't overly happy with it.
"You know! How do you know? Did you hack my phone again? I told you you can't do that."
"Ha ha, no, I did not hack your phone. You left it on the table last week, and I saw a message…from Sexywolf." He glances at me quickly, raises his eyebrow, and goes back to looking at the road. Embarrassment floods my system, but I won't be embarrassed by trying to find happiness.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because for the last two weeks, you have been happy. I figured it was because of that, and I want you to be happy, Quinn. You deserve it."
Emotions tighten my throat, and tears well in my eyes. He may be overprotective, but one thing he has made clear to me since I was small was that he wants me to be happy.
"But if he hurts you, I will track him down and kill him."
I laugh out loud at that because, of course, he would say something sweet and then get all stabby.
"I love you, big brother."
