Page 15 of Never Tamed
I grimace, shaking off the sudden headache. I brush my fingers across my scalp and scrub at the wound only now starting to knit together, itching like a motherfucker.
Mathis strides past me like he knows exactly where he’s going, what he’s doing, but I know him. I’ve known him longer than any of these other dicks and he’s worried. Red is still out of it.
She’s too close to the edge. I’ve been on the right and the wrong side of death before, enough to feel it when the reaper creeps close.
I will personally pull Catarina into pieces if Red dies.
Torin, I expect, is all bent out of shape. He got his ass kicked and his wedding ruined. A mate bond on top of it all.
I growl and a flock of gulls take off. Why doeshedeserve a mate bond?
Why him and not me?
Glancing back at Red only sends my heart into an awkward, off beat.
I catch Noble’s eyes and glare at him out of spite because it feels normal.
They’re probably all bullshitting with each other mentally and leaving me out of the conversation.
Why wouldn’t they?
I’m the lost one, the animal, the crazy psychopath who doesn't do feelings, only pain.
The trail opens up to cracked concrete and gravel. The port ahead isn’t large by any means and not used as much as the newer dock built a few miles down the river. Fuckers had to destroy several hundred acres of wetland so they could have all of the latest and greatest technologies.
Torin probably salivated over it.
This port is practically out of commission but still accepts a couple of tankers a day, loading and unloading whatever the consumers want.
I glare at the rusty containers and the towering cranes. The cargo ships are half-rusted too. How the hell do they keep floating?
“This is what you had in mind?” Torin asks Mathis. “Really?”
My alpha turns to Torin with a raised brow. “It gives us a place to rest, doesn’t it? A roof over our head. No one is going to look for us here.”
“Unless they followed our paths and our scents,” Noble offers, like it makes a damn difference.
“There are too many other scents here for ours to be picked out. I don’t think Andras has cornered this place yet. It’s not as bustling as it used to be.” Mathis glances at the anemic row of trucks parked in a lot down the river.
This time of evening, there are only a few halogen bulbs blinking to life near the main body of the shipyard. A singletankard is pulled up and already unloaded, some kind of wonky tower of shipping containers parallel to it.
“This place gives me the fucking creeps,” I growl.
It’s unnatural. Too open and reeking of metal.
“Let’s grab one of the containers for the night. I need to find some clothes.” Torin glances down at Red’s face.
“No one wants to see your tiny cock, anyway,” Mathis snaps. He runs a hand through his hair. “Pick one and break the lock, Dax.”
I use my nose to sniff out one of the empty containers. The handle cracks in my hand and I pull it open, wincing at the sensation of the metal. My wolf whines, wanting to be free, wanting to go back into the woods.
The container is the size of a tiny house. God knows what kind of stains decorate the floor.
I glance at the treeline and the shadows there. The sun sets behind us, casting golden rays over the water.
One night. I can handle one night.
“Does this pass your inspection, Nobie?” I ask him.
