Guess werewolves were real after all.Great.
The wolf’s paws and back legs were buried awkwardly in the man’s work boots and pants.
“I can see why stripping before shifting is ideal,” I said.
“Did he sayMate?” Cynthia asked.
“Unfortunately.”
“Fuck,” she said.
Maybe she and I didn’t have to be arch enemies after all.
“Does that mean what I think it means?” I checked.
“Probably.” She stood up. “I’ll help you find Finn’s truck. You’ll want to let him drive you. I’ve never stayed with the Feral Pack, but Wyatt isn’t known for being the easiest or friendliest member.”
“The Feral Pack?”
“Theirs is the only pack in town with a name. They teach people to connect with their wolves. Most of them do, at least. Wyatt’s a mechanic.”
“Okay…”
It seemed safe to assume Wyatt was Jones’s first name.
I liked Jones better.
He seemed like a Jones.
“You’ll need to pick up his clothes. The wolf won’t let me put my scent on them while he’s hunting you.”
“Okay,” I repeated.
Maybe my brain was shutting down just a tad. I was someone who needed to process things alone. In silence. When there wasn’t a wolf in front of me who was apparentlyhunting me.
“Pick them up.” Cynthia gestured toward his clothes. “They’ll fit in your backpack. You can wash it later, right?”
“Yes?” It was a question, because I didn’t know the answer. The stupid thing had cost more than I’d wanted to spend, but I would think there would be a way to clean it.
Even if there wasn’t, I wasn’t about to carry Wyatt’s underwear in my arms. I didn’t even know the guy.
Cynthia gestured to the clothes again, and I finally grabbed his tank top off the chair next to me.
The wolf picked Wyatt’s pants up in his mouth and carried them over while I put the grease-streaked tank top in my bag.
My backpack would smell like a mechanic’s shop, but I wouldn’t mind.
I shoved the work pants in after the tank, then wrestled with the zipper on my bag while the wolf grabbed the work boots between his teeth by the tied laces.
“Perfect. Follow me.” Cynthia waved me after her.
She’d gotten suspiciously nice, but I wasn’t going to question it.
I followed her to the doors that led out, and the wolf followed me. He kept scanning the room around us, like he was looking for a threat.
I wasn’t sure what kind of threat he’d find on our way out of the hospital, but whatever.
“You’ll want to call Abby back and update her so she can fill you in on the mating process,” Cynthia explained, as she looked around the parking lot.
