Page 60 of Wolf's Fate

“I told you they moved you into a bigger room.”

Because that’s what I needed, a bigger windowless room to relax in.

“Has he been yet?”

My casual indifference was shot down when Ned hootedwith laughter. “You’re not subtle,” he teased, standing and stretching. He shrugged. “I haven’t checked in today, but I don’t think so.”

I said nothing. My whole agitation at the man that was Caleb Foster would wait until he was in front of me.

Because while he had been told to go, and he had left, he had, of course, being Caleb, not turned up.

Cannon was pissed, and I couldn’t decide whether Caleb was truly brave or truly reckless, becausethatalpha was not one I would piss off.

“Have they checked the mountain?” I asked curiously.

Ned lost his humor. “Shadowridge Peak is a difficult mountain at the best of times.”

“But it’s not unreachable.”

“Difficult.”

That was as much as he had told me. Caleb had been summoned, left to go, and then not arrived. They’d checked the mountain, but Caleb was not on it. Or if he was, they couldn’t find him.

My questions ofWhere was he? Where else would he go? Is he okay?went unanswered no matter how many times I asked them.

“Is it a mountain I can climb?”

Ned cut his burst of laughter short by slapping his hand over his mouth. Clearing his throat loudly, he added insult to injury when he turned away to regain his composure.

“Jesus. Really, Ned?” I muttered, heat flooding my cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he said, clearing the gruffness from his throat. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

This was what’s wrong with shifters. They’re all big, tall,muscular, ripped abs, and all attractive and pretty. I hadn’t met any of the women, but I was sure they were all drop-dead gorgeous. Luna blessed them with good looks as well as their othergiftsbecause that’s what was fair. Slow to age. Able to heal. Super strength and speed. And being freaking models to boot.

And, in my opinion, all ofthatmade them egotistical asshats.

“I can hike.”

“Can you?” Ned looked me over, and I wished that punching him wouldn’t hurt my hand, because we both knew it was the only thing that would hurt if I tried.

And my pride.

Nah. My pride plummeted into oblivion a long time ago.

Ned’s phone rang before he could say anything to make it worse, and he turned away to answer it. “Yeah?”

I could hear a voice, but it was too low to make out who.

“Just waiting for the okay to go. She needs a doctor to sign her out or something.”

“Discharged,” I mumbled. “It’s called discharged.”

“And insurance paperwork,” he reminded me, looking over his shoulder.

“I did it when you were raiding the lunch carts for chocolate pudding.”

He grinned at me. “Good times.” He listened to who was on the phone. “I thought Royce was coming?” he asked. “Doc’s good. He has a good relationship with her.”