Mate
turned him and kissed his mouth. He groaned, pressed himself against Mesa. Hurt. He hurt. His
head pounded.
“We’ll get her back.” He saw them both in Mesa’s mind, looking like bloodhounds and
chasing Sammy down.
“Yeah. I bet she took your truck.”
“Shit.” Mesa sat up with him, holding him close. When Mesa took him to the tent flap to
look out, Mesa cursed again.
Sure enough, the truck was gone, all of Mesa’s supplies left for them. Blankets, coolers,
packs, all there.
“Well, at least she didn’t want us to starve.” Mesa sighed. “We can call someone or we
can go wolf.”
“I’m sorry.” He pulled away, trying to think, to breathe.
“Stop. This is just not a normal bonding, is all.”
“Nothing about me has ever been normal, huh?”
“No.” Mesa reached over to cup his cheek with one hand. “Thank God.”
Kody’s eyes closed, his Alpha’s strength like a beacon. Better. Better.
“We’ll find her.” Mesa hummed low, making him vibrate. “I promise.”
“We will. We have to.” He couldn’t not.
“We do.” He could hear a bit of growl. “I am so kicking her ass.”
He nodded. They needed her. She needed them, just as badly. She just didn’t know it yet.
God, what if she changed when they weren’t there to help her? What if she hurt herself? Hurt
somebody else? And her poor head had to be pounding. His sure was.
Mesa touched his hair, petting him. “I know, baby. We need to get moving. We should
eat.”
“We’ll leave the things here and track her as wolves. Or do you want me to hike out and
get someone to help us?”
“We’ll go together. You know the area well enough for us to avoid anyone
inconvenient.”
“Together.” He nodded. Yes. Together. Okay. Together to find her.
They would find her, make her understand, and take her home. Mesa didn’t doubt that,
not at all. Kody could feel it, bone deep.
Chapter Seven
“Don’t fucking yell at me, Becky! I’m leaving!”
“Leaving?” Had Becky’s voice always been so shrill, so awful, so fucking tinny over the
phone line? “You can’t just leave! You have a job, a house, email!”
“Watch me.” Sammy hated it here, she always had. She was heading north, she thought.
To the mountains. She kept dreaming about mountains. She would be able to breathe there,
without the smog, with the wide open around her.
“You’re crazy. Come here. We’ll have a bottle of wine, make a plan.”
She shook her head, the pressure at her temples almost unbearable. “I have to go. I’ll call
a realtor, get the house on the market. I’ve already emailed my resignation. I have to get away from here.”
“Did…did he threaten you, sweetie?”
“Kody? My Kody? Are you stupid?” Mesa, on the other hand, Mesa could threaten. It
could be hot, growly, shivery good.
No.
Stop it.
Just stop.
“I’m not the one who’s leaving everything she’s worked for because some circus freak
seduced her!”
“No, you’re not. But I am.” And Kody wasn’t a circus freak, damn it. Weird, sure.
Psychic, if you believed him. “I’m leaving, Becky. I’m serious. I’ll have my phone, but I’m
fucking out of here.”
Sammy hung up with Becky, turned off her phone, then got busy. She threw food away,
pictures. Hired a moving service to come and store everything she owned in one of those weird
pod deals. Then she packed her clothes and her toiletries, her hands shaking with the pain that rocked her head.
It was amazing how a girl could completely disassemble her life in two and a half hours.
Of course, it was two and a half hours she wasn’t sure she had. She’d wasted enough
time; now she had to get out of here. Get her shit, her car, her laptop, and go. Far away. To San Jose. Or Reno. Somewhere.
Maybe the Rockies.
God, her head hurt.
She grabbed her panties, dropping half of them. She would just go. She didn’t have to
feel bad. Kody was the one who’d let her down. Kody had cheated.
turned him and kissed his mouth. He groaned, pressed himself against Mesa. Hurt. He hurt. His
head pounded.
“We’ll get her back.” He saw them both in Mesa’s mind, looking like bloodhounds and
chasing Sammy down.
“Yeah. I bet she took your truck.”
“Shit.” Mesa sat up with him, holding him close. When Mesa took him to the tent flap to
look out, Mesa cursed again.
Sure enough, the truck was gone, all of Mesa’s supplies left for them. Blankets, coolers,
packs, all there.
“Well, at least she didn’t want us to starve.” Mesa sighed. “We can call someone or we
can go wolf.”
“I’m sorry.” He pulled away, trying to think, to breathe.
“Stop. This is just not a normal bonding, is all.”
“Nothing about me has ever been normal, huh?”
“No.” Mesa reached over to cup his cheek with one hand. “Thank God.”
Kody’s eyes closed, his Alpha’s strength like a beacon. Better. Better.
“We’ll find her.” Mesa hummed low, making him vibrate. “I promise.”
“We will. We have to.” He couldn’t not.
“We do.” He could hear a bit of growl. “I am so kicking her ass.”
He nodded. They needed her. She needed them, just as badly. She just didn’t know it yet.
God, what if she changed when they weren’t there to help her? What if she hurt herself? Hurt
somebody else? And her poor head had to be pounding. His sure was.
Mesa touched his hair, petting him. “I know, baby. We need to get moving. We should
eat.”
“We’ll leave the things here and track her as wolves. Or do you want me to hike out and
get someone to help us?”
“We’ll go together. You know the area well enough for us to avoid anyone
inconvenient.”
“Together.” He nodded. Yes. Together. Okay. Together to find her.
They would find her, make her understand, and take her home. Mesa didn’t doubt that,
not at all. Kody could feel it, bone deep.
Chapter Seven
“Don’t fucking yell at me, Becky! I’m leaving!”
“Leaving?” Had Becky’s voice always been so shrill, so awful, so fucking tinny over the
phone line? “You can’t just leave! You have a job, a house, email!”
“Watch me.” Sammy hated it here, she always had. She was heading north, she thought.
To the mountains. She kept dreaming about mountains. She would be able to breathe there,
without the smog, with the wide open around her.
“You’re crazy. Come here. We’ll have a bottle of wine, make a plan.”
She shook her head, the pressure at her temples almost unbearable. “I have to go. I’ll call
a realtor, get the house on the market. I’ve already emailed my resignation. I have to get away from here.”
“Did…did he threaten you, sweetie?”
“Kody? My Kody? Are you stupid?” Mesa, on the other hand, Mesa could threaten. It
could be hot, growly, shivery good.
No.
Stop it.
Just stop.
“I’m not the one who’s leaving everything she’s worked for because some circus freak
seduced her!”
“No, you’re not. But I am.” And Kody wasn’t a circus freak, damn it. Weird, sure.
Psychic, if you believed him. “I’m leaving, Becky. I’m serious. I’ll have my phone, but I’m
fucking out of here.”
Sammy hung up with Becky, turned off her phone, then got busy. She threw food away,
pictures. Hired a moving service to come and store everything she owned in one of those weird
pod deals. Then she packed her clothes and her toiletries, her hands shaking with the pain that rocked her head.
It was amazing how a girl could completely disassemble her life in two and a half hours.
Of course, it was two and a half hours she wasn’t sure she had. She’d wasted enough
time; now she had to get out of here. Get her shit, her car, her laptop, and go. Far away. To San Jose. Or Reno. Somewhere.
Maybe the Rockies.
God, her head hurt.
She grabbed her panties, dropping half of them. She would just go. She didn’t have to
feel bad. Kody was the one who’d let her down. Kody had cheated.
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