Page 87 of Shifters' Fated Summer
“And I love Luca too. More than I thought waspossible.”
She huffed. “He’s the easier one to love.”
“No kidding,” I said, a small smile curving my lips.
Lana tensed. “What was that?” Her brows furrowed as she pressed against the glass.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to see, but as the sky darkened, the bright interior lights reflected back on the glass.
“Holt, hit the lights,” Lana commanded.
A moment later, the room darkened, and we were treated to a view of the lake and the surrounding forest.
“There! I definitely saw something.”
I tried to follow her gaze, but I saw nothing but swaying trees. Lana crossed the room to the table, and strapped on a holster. She checked the bullets in her gun and tucked it in.
“I’m going to go check it out.”
Icy fear prickled along my skin. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Holt’s deep voice interrupted. “You can’t go alone. Gotta stay in pairs. That’s the rule.”
Lana pivoted. She didn’t look like a bimbo now, with her laser focus and weapons strapped to her. “Then you’ll come with me.”
Shaking his head, Holt tapped his thigh. “Can’t. I’ve got a bum leg. That’s why I’m always on van duty when I come along, or I get left home.”
Lip curling, Lana looked him over. “Then I guess I’llhave to go alone.”
“I can come,” I said, my own voice sending my stomach churning.
Twisting, Lana regarded me, sweeping up and down my body. “Can you shoot?”
“It’s not that hard,” I said, faking a confidence I didn’t feel.
“That’s not reassuring,” she said with a harsh laugh. She snatched a sheath and short blade from the table and strapped them around my thigh. “There. Now, you can’t accidentally shoot me. And I swear if you stab me, I’ll eat you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said sarcastically.
Lana rolled her eyes. “Let’s go.”
She handed me a flashlight and we slid the glass door open, stepping onto the deck. The night was quiet, with the soft lapping of the lake against the dock, the buzz of insects, and the rustle of leaves.
A few bats flitted overhead, and already stars were appearing. Sunset was almost gone behind the mountain.
“You think they’re at the nest yet?” I whisper.
Lana answered without looking at me, her focus on the trees. “Probably. It’s a pretty long drive though.”
“Why set up the pack so far from the city?” I asked quietly, unable to help my curiosity.
It was a moment before Lana answered my second question. “We don’t want the vampires tracking us here. The hope is that they don’t know where we are.”
“Oh.”
“There.” Lana tensed and then broke into a jog. I jerked into a run behind her, cursing myself for not training harder with Archer.
She slowed, raising her gun and twisting, scanning the trees. I still hadn’t seen anything, and my anxiety was rising. Some intuition was screaming that we needed to get the fuck out of there.
