Page 69 of His White Moonlight
“Like I ever wanted to be a bitch in heat,” I said.
She pulled back her teeth to snarl at me.“We’re not on pack land anymore.”
“Exactly.”
“What doesthatmean?”
“You want to beat me?Trip me?Make me bleed?Great.Do it.Where is the shower you’re going to use to wash your scent off of me?Or are you just going to kill me and try to hide the body somewhere?Pretty sure Bennett will give me another ten minutes of freedom before he comes to check on me.And this,” I motioned from me to her, “is what he’s going to smell when he reaches this spot.Do you have an explanation ready?”
Hate filled her gaze, and I smiled through my pain because we both knew I was right.
“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around, Storm.I look forward to your fake apology.”
With a wave, I started walking back, grateful I hadn’t made it very far.Each scrape was burning like hell.
When I reached the guardhouse, I stopped and told the guard to call Bennett.
“Already did when I saw you were hurt.”
“Thanks.”
Bennett arrived a few seconds later.On foot.
“You didn’t bring the car?”I asked, letting my annoyance show.“He said I was hurt.What are you going to do?Ca—ah!”
I glared at Bennett from my position in his arms.
“Put me down.”
“Not a chance.”He started jogging with me.“Want to tell me what happened?”
“Nah, I’ll let you sleuth it out on your own.It’ll be more frustrating for you that way.”
He glanced down at me.
“Can we go back to how we were last night?”he asked as we reached the house.
“Of course.Tell Mom you agree with me going to the university of my choice and having the same freedoms my brothers have.It looked like they were having a great time with friends at a club recently.”
Bennett remained silent as he carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom.He sat me on the end of his bed, told me not to move, and came back with salve, swabs, and bandages.
“Hold up.Before you play doctor, let me shower.I think there’s a bit of pavement in my knee.You can take a jog and find out what happened while I’m doing that.”
He hesitated, and his pupils went wild as he considered my proposal.Was he already mentally strangling whoever had done this to me—I hoped so—or was he dreading having to report it to Mom and Dad?
He lifted me again and carried me to my bathroom.When he set me down, he captured my chin.
“There are only two places you can be when I get back.Here or on my bed.Understood?”
“I’m curious…what would you do if I said I didn’t understand?”
His gaze swept over my face, studying me.
“Are you testing me, Wrenly?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.It’ll take me a while, so I’ll be in here when you get back.Happy hunting.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
