Page 23 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

I would make my own food.

I would wear my own clothes.

I would sleep in my own bed.

I would keep myself company, and call my sister if I really got lonely. Though I could technically call Aspen and Sydney too, I wasn’t sure how I felt about them potentially concealing the truth about me being in danger.

Though I could understand that everyone wanted to give me a chance to heal and enjoy life after barely surviving cancer, I didn’t want to be treated like I was made of glass.

I texted Nova back and forth all morning and into the early afternoon. She was pissed that the Savages minus Clay had kept the truth from us too, and apparently already sent Syd and Aspen very strongly worded texts about it.

According to her, Clay had spent all day on the phone with the human government officials, politely debating a few things in the contract between us and them.

When two in the afternoon came around, I finally sent Hunter a message. His number was in my phone, and it seemed safe to assume he was the one who had put it there.

Me

If we’re staying here for a while, I need a bikini

And clothes that fit me

Groceries too, I’ll send a list

He replied immediately.

Hunter

You don’t need groceries. I’ll take care of our meals.

Me

I’m handling my own meals so we can eat separately

My phone rang about two seconds after I sent the text.

After a quiet sigh, I answered it in a sugary, upbeat voice.

“What do you want, Honey Bun?”

He sounded tense. “You don’t trust me to cook for you?”

“Why would I trust you? You lied to me less than an hour before we hooked up.”

“Fine.” I could tell it took a lot of effort for him to get the word out. “Text me if you change your mind.”

He hung up.

I didn’t know why he cared so much about it, and sent Nova a text.

Me

Any idea why I almost just got my head bitten off for telling Hunter I’ll make my own food?

Nova

Ohhhh

Food is a sensitive subject for the Savages

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