Chapter Thirty-Two
“Where the hell are they?” he asked, pacing back and forth on the edge of the woods. He didn’t do well with calm.
Never had.
Probably never would.
Rafe’s heart felt like it was ready to pop out of his damn ribcage. Each second that had passed since Tanner teleported them to wait for their ride back to Black Paw felt like a fucking eternity.
“I don’t like this,” Grace said as she held onto Bjorn’s arm.
“I don’t either.” Rafe reached for his phone, then remembered he’d given it to Brenna. “Give me your phone.”
Grace patted her pockets, searching for her phone. “Here.” She handed it to Rafe.
He pulled up the number for Brenna and hit call.
“No answer.” It took all of his restraint not to crush the phone.
Just as he handed the phone back to his mom, he heard the sound of an engine in the distance.
“That’s got to be them,” Grace said, looking hopeful.
“I sure as fuck hope so,” Rafe agreed.
His wolf was on edge. The worst thing they could be doing right now was nothing. The animal whimpered in his mind.
“Bjorn!” Grace screamed as her mate crashed to the ground.
“What happened?” Rafe jogged over to where his mother and father stood.
“I don’t know. He just collapsed.” Grace knelt beside Bjorn and checked for a pulse.
“Someone approaches,”Rafe’s wolf growled in his mind.
“Who?”Rafe asked his wolf.
“I don’t know. Only that it is another wolf and not one from our pack.”
“Do not leave his side. No matter what!” Rafe said to his mom.
“What—?”
Rafe called upon his majik, allowing his wolf to take control of his mind and body. He did nothing to slow the change from man to beast. Whoever the newcomer was would face the full wrath of his wolf.
“Should I shift?” Grace whispered.
The wolf huffed and shook his head, indicating she should not. Grace twisted her body in a defensive position to protect her unconscious mate. She had just gotten her mate back. She was not about to lose him again.
A low growl emanated from Rafe’s chest as the strange wolf, now within eyesight, continued his approach. His hackles rose, warning the newcomer to stop where he was.
His warning fell on deaf ears as the stranger continued advancing toward their position.
The large wolf was covered in black fur, with a few gray patches throughout his silken coat. A menacing snarl curled his lips back, making him look all the more wicked.
The pack hadn’t had any reports of rogue wolves in months. They did regular runs, searching for evidence of intruders several times a day. If anyone had been even remotely close to their territory, they would have known by now.
So was this wolf showing up, out of the blue, a coincidence?
