Page 54 of Wedding for My Werewolf

“That explains her wariness when she first arrived.” Garrick leaned against the doorframe, causing the wood to creak. “Good thing she found you.”

“Found me?” He snorted. “More like I couldn’t stay away. My wolf knew something was different about her from the start.”

“I noticed.” A hint of amusement crept into Garrick’s gravelly voice. “Never seen you so protective of anyone before.”

“This whole mess…” He shook his head. “At least she’s not alone anymore.”

“No, she’s not.” Garrick straightened. “You did right by her, Eric. Not many would take on someone else’s troubles like that.”

The gargoyle’s approval eased something in his chest. Having another ally, especially one as formidable as Garrick, could only help keep Robin safe.

“What’s the name of the company she worked for?” Garrick added. “I still have some connections in the city. People who owe me favors. Let me have a quiet word.”

“I’d appreciate that.” He meant it. His usual instinct to handle everything alone wasn’t as strong as his need to protect her. “But it could be dangerous.”

“Please.” Garrick’s laugh rumbled like rocks in a tumbler. “I didn’t get to where I am by being careless. Besides, no one should live looking over their shoulder.”

He nodded, his tension easing slightly. Having Garrick’s help could make a real difference.

The gargoyle’s expression softened.

“I can sense the mate bond between you.”

His wolf preened at the words, though he tried to maintain his composure. “That obvious?”

“To those who know what to look for.” Garrick’s eyes gleamed. “I’m surprised it formed so quickly, especially with a human. But then again, Robin’s not exactly typical, is she?”

No, she definitely wasn’t typical. She was fierce and brave, even when terrified. His wolf hummed with satisfaction at the thought. As if his thoughts had conjured her, her scent suddenly drifted towards him and a few seconds later she stepped out of the trees. His wolf settled instantly at her return.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she came to join them, her cheeks flushed from the cold.

“You didn’t show up for work,” Garrick said calmly. “I was worried.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, I should have?—”

“No need to apologize.” Garrick waved off her words. “Eric explained the situation.”

He watched her face carefully, ready to step in if she showed any sign of distress at his revelation. But she just nodded, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Garrick’s offered to help,” he said, moving closer to her. The urge to touch her, to reassure both himself and his wolf that she was safe, nearly overwhelmed him. “He has connections in the city who might be able to help.”

Her eyes widened as she looked over at the gargoyle. “You’d do that?”

“Of course.” Garrick’s stone features softened. “You’re one of mine now, even if you’re living with this mutt.”

He snorted at the jab, but kept his eyes on her. Her body relaxed a little and something that might have been hope crossed her face.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Garrick shot him a quick look and the knowing look in his eyes made him wonder just how much his old friend understood about the situation. But Garrick only nodded and left, the door closing quietly behind him and leaving them alone. Her scent filled the cabin—anxiety mixed with something warmer, sweeter. His wolf stirred, wanting to erase the distance between them.

She shifted her weight, still standing near the door as if unsure whether to bolt again.

“I’m sorry,” they both said at once.

Her lips curved up slightly, and his chest tightened. He took a step toward her, then stopped, giving her space to retreat if she needed it. But she didn’t move away. Instead, she raised her chin, meeting his gaze with those clear amber eyes.

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