Page 148 of Moon Claimed
He held up his hands. “Wrong question to ask. My bad.”
I sighed. “I’m antsy. Sorry.”
“No surprise after the crotch-stapler incident.”
Yeah,Cameron wasn’t bothered by my disappearing act, but Wade didn’t swallow theIwent to buy a towelcover story—probably because he’d seen the contents of my bank account and towels cost more than zero dollars. And I didn’t come back with a towel. There was that.
“That’s not why,” I retorted.
Though the stapler incident didn’t make the tension better over the last three days, particularly with seeing Sascha each day for a quick run. Every night since, I’d deleted a draft booty call message.
And I wasn’t even sure why I deleted the messages instead of sending them.
I knew he’d come and give me what I needed.
… It just didn’t feel right.
Not because of what he was or our situation.
I didn’t know. I should stop overthinking it.
“I can’t wait for this to be over.”
Wade strode ahead of me up the slope. “Ditto, baby girl. But don’t stress. I’ll hold down the fort until you return.”
“Hopefully I’m back by dawn.”
“No stress, remember? We’re the farthest out. No one will think anything of us taking our time back. Half of the tribe think we’re a couple and I’ve encouraged the rumours because of your Sascha issue.” Wade consulted his map and stopped. “This is us.”
I inhaled. “Camera twenty metres to the right.” Like all the perimeter cameras, it was facing outward. “We’re out of sight.”
As he set up the tent, I strode over and waved to Heather through the camera in case someone was watching—Rhona.
She’d been relatively quiet since returning to the manor the day after Clay. She’d kept out of my sight, and I didn’t trust her quietness—though it was also a welcome reprieve.
My fangs lengthened more, and I shuddered. “I better go.”
“Could you just—” Wade took a look at me and blanched. “Never mind. Off you go. See you in the morning.”
“Be good,” I told him.
“Or be good at it,” he quipped.
I passed behind the camera and ran at a sharp angle until I was out of sight. Pausing, I sniffed for more cameras.
Clear.
The sun dipped to the east and I picked up the pace, bursting through the forest for thirty minutes.
I inhaled. Small prey. Water nearby. Something rotten.
Please don’t eat that.
My wolf mentally shrugged.
That didn’t seem like a promise.
“Guess there’s nothing for it.” Delaying the moment, I took out my phone and read the message there from Sascha.