Page 43 of To Hunt A Wolf
I give him a look that’s somewhere between admitting that I’m an idiot and straight-up fear. “Whoops?”
Levi curses.
I can almost see the urge to wring my neck playing across his delicious features. The banging comes again, and he blinks like it’s snapped him out of whatever daydream of my ass-whooping he just experienced.
“Take Jadick with you,” he tells Tripp. “Go to Jade’s.”
The name reignites a flame of jealousy inside me. I glare at them all, not even caring if it shows at this point.
“What about you?” Tripp says.
Levi looks back at me, his expression blazing just as hot as my own. “Mac and I are going to have a little talk.”
ChapterTen
Idon’t argue. Mostly because I have my own reasons for wanting to be alone with Levi. None of those ideas involve talking, especially the ones I’ve forbidden my hormones from attempting. But mostly, I recognize this as my chance to finally apprehend him. With my mother racing off to murder Thiago, I don’t have much time left to help Kari before she’s caught up in the chaos. So, when Levi nods at me to follow him, I go willingly.
We scale three fences over to the backyard on the far end of the row before slipping out through the back gate. From there, Jadick and Tripp split off, and while it’s tempting to follow them—Jadick being alive solves a hell of a lot more problems than hauling Levi in—I stick with Levi instead.
I refuse to admit, even to myself, that part of me needs to make sure he escapes the danger I’ve unwittingly put him in with the Indigo Hills mafia pack.
No one else is allowed to hurt my mate except for me.
And they damn sure aren’t allowed to kill him.
Considering we ran all the way here, I fully expect to do the same for however long it takes to get wherever Levi has decided to take me. So, I’m surprised when he leads us to the back of the apartment complex and unlocks a creepy white van.
“Get in.”
“Seriously? A kidnapper van?”
“It blends,” he says simply then climbs in behind the wheel.
I slide into the passenger seat, wrinkling my nose because the inside reeks of him. Pine and spice. It’s the best smell in the whole world as far as my wolf is concerned. I hate it.
“Have you been living out of this thing?” I ask, glancing in the back where a futon couch has been folded into a bed.
My stomach does a weird sort of somersault at the idea of Levi in that bed. Or me and Levi in that bed.
“Off and on,” he says distractedly.
I face forward again as Levi hits the gas and hops the curb, bypassing the main entrance in favor of a service road behind us.
He’s simultaneously watching the road in front of us and the mirrors showing our rearview.
Right. Danger. Not a good time to think about sex. Unfortunately, where Levi’s concerned, I’m nevernotthinking about sex.
I roll my window down, hoping the fresh air will clear my head.
Levi gives me a look but says nothing. I have a feeling he can sense my arousal anyway. Stupid mate bond.
We ride in silence, both of us checking for some sign of a tail.
After several miles, it’s clear we’re not being followed. Satisfied, Levi loops us onto the highway and heads east.
The silence stretches, and inside me sits too many questions to even name. Finally, my brain can’t contain them all, and I spill one.
“Are we going to talk about the fact that you’ve been hiding Jadick Clemons all this time while Crigger gets murdered and his pack goes to shit?”
