Just… more, now.
He wasn’t the seventeen-year-old boy he’d been.
Bigger. Stronger. A man. An Alpha.
He didn’t say anything as I approached.
We were the same height now. I was sure of it.
I wondered how big his wolf was now. If he shifted and looked like his father.
I had so many questions.
But I couldn’t.
I said, “Not yet,” knowing full well that it would burn.
He flinched but didn’t speak.
I walked by him without stopping.
TWO DAYS later, Carter and Kelly kidnapped me.
Technically.
I came out of the diner after I’d finished up a sandwich for lunch. Before I could even take a step to cross the street back to the garage, a familiar SUV squealed to a stop in front of me. I barely had a chance to react before the passenger door was thrown open and two wolves glared at me.
“Get in,” Carter said.
“Or what?” I said.
“Or we’ll make you,” Kelly said.
“Really. You want to try that again?”
“Sure,” Carter said. “Get in now.”
“Before we drag your ass along,” Kelly said.
I contemplated walking away.
“Fucking werewolves,” I muttered.
I got in the SUV.
They looked surprised when they turned back to stare at me.
“Well?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
“I didn’t think that would actually work,” Carter said.
“Seriously,” Kelly said with a frown. “I thought there’d be a lot more posturing.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know what that is.”
“He means he thought we’d actually have to drag your ass,” Carter said.
“Oh. So. You were going to kidnap me—”