Page 96 of Wolf's Fate
Willowwas losing hercontrolover me. Here on Shadowridge Peak, I knew myself again. I was strong. So much stronger than they thought.That’swhat they were afraid of. They didn’t want me strong and in control; they wanted to keep me weak.
That’show they would take my mountain.That’show they thought they could beat me.
Fury coursed through me. I felt the intruders cross onto packlands, and I hesitated, torn between confronting them or confrontingher. I could already imagine the look on her face, those concerned eyes, probably wondering how she couldhelpme, how she could heal something thatwasn’t even broken.
Or was I?
No!
I would not let them make me believe their lies. I’d been through too much, fought too hard to let someone like WillowfuckingHarper come into my life and tell me I was damaged.
She’d turned my life upside down enough. No more.
Picking up my pace, I ignored the tiny whisper of doubt in my mind as I moved through the trees, preparing myself to face them. All of them.
Face them here, where it all began.
I knew where they were when I got back to the cabins. The sight of Willow waiting for me was almost a relief, but seeing the others surrounding her had my blood boiling. She looked up from where she was sitting near a fire, her face shadowed, her eyes already checking me over to ensure I was unharmed.
Even looking at me as my wolf, she didn’t flinch. She watched me, unafraid ofwhatI was, only ever concernedforme.
She didn’t speak, but I could hear her unspoken questions. The unspoken worry. The same damn hovering that made me want to scream.
“Caleb,” she greeted me softly, her tone cautious. “Do you mind the fire?” She gestured to the small, compact campfire,and I had half a mind to walk over to it, piss on it, and kick it in their faces. But I wouldn’t. Not in front of Willow. I heard Cannon huff with contempt, and I was pretty sure my thoughts had been portrayed clearly to the other alpha in the group.
“There’s clothes for you in the cabin,” Royce said flatly, matter-of-factly, but I heard how guarded he was. Wary.
“I’ll get them.” Willow was on her feet. “He doesn’t need to go in.” She hurried inside before I could stop her. She returned so quickly that they must have been on the floor by the door. Walking quickly around the side of the cabin, she took the bundle of clothes. Following her, I noticed she had her back to me as she held out the bundle, careful to keep them off the wet ground.
“They brought food,” she told me, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know if you’ve eaten. The generator worked.”
Shifting, I stood behind her, my body instantly missing my wolf’s natural fur coat.
“Did you bring them here?”
I saw her back stiffen in surprise, and I wished I’d asked her that when she was facing me. She was a shit liar.
“No, I did not.” Her tone was cold and clipped, meaning I’d pissed her off. Good. Now she knew how I felt.
Coming to stand behind her, I saw her tense even more. I was naked and she was fully wrapped up, but she may as well have been as naked as I was from the way her heartbeat picked up.
Skimming my hands over her shoulders and down over the fabric of her coat, I pulled her into me, knowing she knew I was bare behind her. Pushing my way into the crook of her neck,hampered by the heavy winter coat and all her hair, I just wanted to scent her. Mark her as mine.
“Caleb?” Willow’s voice was less certain, shakier, confusion oozing from her, but I could scent something else, something I bet she wished I didn’t know. She was aroused.
“I could fuck you right here,” I whispered into her ear. “Rip these clothes off you, pin you to the wall, and fuck you long and deep.” She didn’t say a word, but I could feel her trembling, her pulse racing, and moving her hair away, I exposed her neck, my tongue tracing her vein. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me filling you up, stuffing you full.”
“I don’t think…” She cleared her throat, trying to step out of my hold. “I don’t think that this is appropriate.” Turning, she tried to glare at me, but I was naked, and she wasn’t used to the fact that shifters are very comfortable in their own skin. Her eyes dropped down my body, fixating on my cock, seeing it swell with need. “Oh, shit…” Hastily, Willow turned away, but not before she threw the bundle of clothes at me. “Get dressed!” Her hands were on her cheeks and, even turned away from me, I knew her eyes would be closed. “We’re not alone!” she reminded me sharply.
Smirking at her reaction, I looked at the clothes. Taking the jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt, I dropped the rest to the ground. When I pulled my head free of the T-shirt, I noticed that she was facing me again.
“You were gone all night.”
“Needed to clear my head.”
Her eyes softened. I could tell she wanted to say more, snap at me, but she held back. Which was smart of her. I wasn’t inthe mood for a lecture about losing control; I was more interested in the shifters on my mountain.
The silence stretched between us, heavy and full of things we weren’t saying, and as I watched her, I saw the worry she had for me in her eyes. Which did nothing except piss me off even more.