Page 21 of Runaway Wolf
“The power of deduction. There can’t possibly be two humans escorted by the same pack who wear the same pink boots, right?”
Her heart thudded harder, so she waited for a brief moment to make sure she could speak without her voice quivering.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing yet.”
She stayed quiet, waiting for him to speak, her blood racing through her veins.
And then, thank God, Isaac backed away from the males. They moved backward also, as a whole, as if no one on either side wanted to give their backs to each other. Isaac turned, his face mottled with fury. He approached her, but his expression gave way to confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
The man behind her must’ve left. She released her breath on an exhale, but she didn’t think she could speak yet. The terror still had her spine stiff as a board, her arms and legs were starting to tingle from the adrenaline rush.
“I’m sorry,” he said, holding his hands out, but still glancing around like he was confused by her stance. “So sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I smelled their scent, saw them clustered together waiting for us. I had to leave; I didn’t want you anywhere near them—”
“Their alpha wasn’t there, was he?” she finally choked out.
“No. That was Jax, his second—”
It finally dawned on him. The fury from earlier crashed over his face and he moved so fast, he was a blur when he gripped her upper arms, yanking her to him. He lowered his head and sniffed up her neck.
“He was here.” He wasn’t really asking, and he sounded like he gritted the words out through clenched teeth.
She nodded, but she was trembling. “S-said I didn’t smell like you.”
He shook her slightly. “What else?”
“Nothing. He knew I was Penny’s sister. That’s all.”
And then she was wrapped up in big, muscular arms, pressed against his chest where she could hear his heartbeat thudding as loud as hers. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at me. I should have known they wanted you alone. He wanted me to know how close to you he could get.”
“Who is he?”
“Rhett Delano of the Blackmoor pack.”
He held her so tight, and he was rocking her back and forth against his chest, ignoring the swarms of people that walked by. But she sensed that his awareness was up, his attention was on her, sure, but he was alert to the dangers of the other males returning.
“Did he hurt you?”
“I think he just wanted to scare me.” This time, her voice did tremble.
“It’s okay. I got you now.”
Chapter Six
RHETT FUCKING MARKED her.
Sure, it was temporary. Wouldn’t last long once she showered, maybe a week. But the point was, it was a deliberate move. He separated them, and was close enough to touch her. Purposely scared her.
The bastard would die slowly for that. He’d rip out that fucking tongue he’d dared to touch her skin with.
He was probably holding her hand way too tight as he pulled her along, keeping his senses alert for the scent of any more Blackmoors. When they finally reached the shop, he yanked the door open and pushed her in first.
“What happened?” Noah asked, looking up from where Misty and Penny were talking as soon as he’d seen his face.
“Caity?” Penny came to her sister, cupped her face in her hands. He refused to let go of her though, and she didn’t try to pull away.
