Page 20 of Fallout
Parker growls again.
Mr. Thorne clears his throat. “We’re getting off topic here.”
“Henley doesn’t need to be alone. Ever,” Parker says, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Why not?” I ask.
His yellow eyes snap to me. “Are you kidding? This guy clearly took an interest in you. What if he hurts you?”
I shrug. “If I die, I’ll just come back to life.”
“You don’t know that. We don’t know what you are. There could be limits to it. And what if there is a way to kill you permanently and this guy knows it?” His voice is so low and growly.
Okay, he has a point.
“Then teach me how to defend myself,” I say.
He shakes his head. “Absolutely not. It’s my job, as your mate, to protect you.”
Blaine sits forward. “Don’t take offense, Henley. Male shifters are very protective of their females.”
I want to argue, but I realize that I’m coming at this from a very human point of view. I’m still learning the ways of shifters. From what I’ve seen, shifters are protective of their mates.
“We can discuss it later.” I sit back on the couch, purposefully not meeting Parker’s gaze.
Mr. Thorne smirks in a way that reminds me of Parker. He slides forward, standing from the couch. “Well, I am going home. It seems we won’t be getting any more information tonight.”
“I’m going to stay with Henley,” Parker declares.
Blaine snorts. “Not here you’re not. Henley was just informed she’s not allowed to be at her house with you alone.”
“Seriously?” Parker crosses his arms over his chest.
Mr. Thorne chuckles. “Why don’t the three of you come to the house? I’m going to grill some steaks for dinner.”
Parker and Blaine both perk up at that.
Of course. Because shifters love meat.
Parker turns to me. “Do you want to hang out at my house?”
I nod—not because I want steaks, but because I want to spend time with my soulmate.
Parker
We keep getting so close to the guy who is sneaking around pack land, but he keeps getting away. It’s maddening.
The worst of it is, the guy is most often found close to Henley’s house. It’s obvious that she is the reason he’s here.
Will and Blaine stand outside of Henley’s house with me. It’s nearly midnight, so Henley is in bed and has no clue that we’re stalking outside of her house. She wouldn’t mind if she knew—we’re trying to protect her.
“What are we going to do?” Blaine asks, looking from Henley’s house to me.
“Protect her,” I answer, shooting him a glare. The answer should’ve been obvious already.
“Are you going to tell her?” He rubs a hand at his jaw.
“No way. I don’t want to scare her.”