“I don’t know your friend. I don’t really want to sit up there next to him,” I said.
He poked it again, more emphatically.
I shook my head and pulled the back door open.
As soon as I did, I understood why he was growling.
The seats in the back had been removed completely. Toolboxes, tool bags, and random mechanical parts in various containers replaced them.
Considering Wyatt was the only mechanic in their pack, and the old teal truck smelled heavenly, I’d say the vehicle belonged to him.
It looked like I was sitting in the front after all.
“Where’s Wyatt?” a male voice growled from the front seat.
I closed the back door and met the wolf’s gaze. “You should tell him. I don’t want to.”
The wolf nodded solemnly.
My eyebrows shot upward.
I knew he understood me, but that was beyond just understanding and nudging me in the right direction.
Pulling open the passenger door, I stepped back to make room for the wolf. He slipped past me and jumped into the truck first.
“What the fuck?” Finn demanded. “No.”
“That’s what I said.” I grabbed the handle just inside the door and used it to pull myself into the truck. It was lifted a little higher than normal. “Any idea how to end the mate hunting thing?”
Finn glared at me when I sat down on the same seat Wyatt’s wolf occupied. The wolf ended up sitting most of the way on top of me. My feet were probably going to go numb, but at least the wolf smelled as good as his human.
“You can’t end it. Rejection would kill Wyatt,” Finn gritted out.
“Damn.”
Wolf Wyatt rubbed his face against my arm. He’d dropped the work boots on the floor, so they were out of the way.
Finn glared at me for a few more seconds before he finally threw the truck in reverse and drove out of the parking lot.
He didn’t seem even somewhat interested in a conversation about mating.
So, I called Abby again.
“Hey. Did the guys find you?” she asked.
“You could say that.” I glanced at the wolf. He was sprawled out over my lap, and my feet were definitely going numb. But he smelled amazing. My fingers were itching to be buried in his fur to see if it felt as soft against my hand as it did against the side of my arm.
I’d always liked animals, even though I’d never had a pet.
“What do you mean?” Abby checked.
“His eyes turned red, and he called me mate.”
A moment of silence followed.
A long moment.
“Wow,” she finally said. “That’s a twist. Maybe one I should’ve seen coming, since me and Stella both ended up mated to feral pack guys. Seems like fate is having some fun with us right now.”
