Page 90 of Trusting Her Bear

“Quinn is hunting.” He sits on the arm of the couch, his cane in his fist.

“That’s it? That’s all you're going to say?” I spit with wide eyes.

He sighs. “He found the location. He went to hunt the man down.”

“What? He went by himself?” I drop my arms to my waist, trying to hold it together.

“Kade and Cash are close. He needs to do this,” he stresses.

“I know, but he needs backup,” I cry.

“He has it. Bash also knows where he is.”

“We need to go.” I take a step; I have to get shoes.

“No,” he says.

“No?” My wild eyes meet his calm ones. “He needs us.”

“No, he needs you to be safe. I promised him that I would stay by your side, and that is what I will do. He trusts that I will protect you. Taking you to him would put you in danger.” He stands. “If I have to force you to stay here, I will.”

I narrow my eyes. “He would kill you if you touched me,” I snarl.

“He would forgive me once I told him you wanted to run off to save him when he can save himself,” he hisses.

“He doesn’t have to save himself when I am willing to help. He has many powerful friends,” I shout. “He is used to never depending on his friends, but this time he needs us.”

“What he needs is to be assured that his mate is safe so he can concentrate.” He walks to the door and stands. “You will not leave.”

“You're an asshole,” I snarl.

“Yeah.” I resist the urge to stomp my foot again. I weighed the odds of getting past him. He must be able to tell what I’m thinking and taps his cane on the floor. “Don’t try it.”

My eyes twitch. I whirl around and stomp to the bedroom, slamming the door.

Fuck. I run my hands through my hair, pacing. He’s out there alone. I don’t doubt his ability to fight and win, but he doesn’t have to do it alone anymore. I need to be with him. I am not helpless. I am a fucking bear shifter. I know I haven’t shown much of my strength, but now I have something to fight for. If something happens to him, I won’t go on.

I need to get dressed properly. Where the hell are my boots? I wouldn’t put it past Heath to have hidden them. I find them in the closet and take them, socks, and a sweater into the bathroom.

Once I’m dressed, I sit on the edge of the tub, my hands on my knees. I wonder if I can get out of the window in the bedroom without hurting myself. Maybe if we weren’t in a tree house, high off the ground. I would bounce back. I could do it in my bear form, but I would have to be naked, and the assholes out there would definitely catch me as I’m stumbling around trying to get dressed.

Shit. They would hear me, and Heath would force me back into the house.

I grab my phone, make sure the door is locked, and turn on the shower. I put my earbuds in and call Breeane.

“Hey,” she greets. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. Do you know where my mate is?” I whisper.

“Uh…”

“Breeane,” I growl.

“I don’t know the exact location.”

“I need to go to him.” I sit on the floor in front of the shower.

“You need to stay safe,” she says.