Page 73 of Mated to the Wolves

Where does Fells’ family live? Will I finally get a chance to see what he left town for? Because I’m not buying his data collection, history keeper bullshit.

“Why the cloak and dagger routine?” Learning more will help me better understand Fell’s motivations. Fenrir knows I need the closure.

“These people have a different way of thinking. It’s not always welcome in town, and they prefer to keep a low profile for safety reasons.”

I narrow my eyes at his vagueness.

“I feel like there’s a whole story behind that statement.” He lifts his head and the sun kisses his golden brown skin, highlighting his strong jawline. He’s a modern-day knight protecting the villagers.

“There is, but it’s not mine to share.” I admire his integrity.

It sets him apart. He pushes his door open. “The sooner we get going the better.”

Stepping out, we gathering our things, he slips on his backpack, and we set out.

“Ready?” he asks.

To learn more about you, Healer? Yes.

I adjust the satchel. “Let’s cut through this thicket.”

He laughs and we set off. It’s been a long time since I got outside like this. Senior year had been lot of projects, and cramming. I savor the rich aromas of the earth, the sharp tang of the pines, and the pungent scent of the turning leaves.

Mother Nature’s artistic display soothes my soul. I find calm amidst the chaos as we continue our hike.

“How was life outside of the pack?”

I’m shocked he bothered to ask. Everyone acts like there’s no life outside of our town.

“Refreshing. I made the choices I wanted to without thinking about anyone else, and I didn’t stand out. In Tennessee, there was a place and person for every interest or activity. We lack that here and I think it's driving people away.”

“I agree. The pack could stand for some serious revamping.” He flashes me a bright toothy smile that makes my body tingle.

He continues to impress me. “That’s not what I expected you to say.”

“There are plenty more liberal-thinking people scattered among us. We just keep our thoughts to ourselves because the climate doesn’t appreciate them.”

“But you know we need change,” I protest.

“Yes, but the Alpha isn’t ready to hear that yet.” The joy leaves his face. “And you wouldn’t like his methods for showing his displeasure. I think after six hundred years he’s lost some of his humanity.”

“Do you think it’s possible for him to set his prejudice aside to save us?”

“I don’t know.” He winces.

We drift into a comfortable silence. I step over a thick root. He holds a branch back for me and I smile, and we continue up the mountain. After an hour, the sounds of others begins.

The brush moves around us, and a man appears. He’s wearing camo trying to blend into his surroundings. A dark scowl lines his thin lips. I tense. Is he a friend or foe?

“Doc?” Camo man’s facial expressions morphs into something friendly.

“Hey, Taylor. I brought a friend with me.”

I wave my fingers.

“Come on I’ll lead you back.” He releases a strange whistle.

The brush comes to life, leaves and branches separate to reveal a previously invisible village. What the hell? How had they managed to keep this place a secret?

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