Page 12 of Wolf Roulette
“I can and I will. My family will understand.”
Sliding my phone free, I rattled off a message, sincerely hoping the pack wasn’t watching me.
I need you and Cam on the inside.
He read the text.
They were my last connections with the tribe. Without them, I’d lose touch on what was happening. And if I ever needed to get in touch with the tribe…
I needed Wade to stay put. “I don’t think this is a choice you should make rashly.”
He played along. “I’ve had three days to think about it, Andie.”
“The gesture is appreciated. Really. I just can’t let you do that. Your mum would be so upset. The tribe means more to you than you think.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” He pinned me with a curious look.
I slid my phone away. “I’m always right. Give it some time. Everything is pretty raw.”
He groaned dramatically and chucked his huge bag back in the boot. “I’ll do it for you.”
“Thank you.” I squeezed his hand.
I couldn’t lose this last connection to the tribe yet.
When they succeeded, I felt triumph and relief. The thought of them failing seared me with ice-cold horror.
Unless that changed quick, it could be a big fucking problem.
“If you won’t let me make a dramatic declaration of friendship, then how about a drink?” Wade leaned into the Jeep and drew out a chiller box. “Figured you’d need one, and I’d like to run an experiment on Luthers and the effects of alcohol.”
“I humbly consent to be your test subject.”
“Good. Because I want to know what Rhona did to you.Everything.You and Cameron are sugar-coating the truth. I don’t cope well with falsehoods, Andie.”
Understatement.
I held out my hand. “Better give me a few of those then.”
3
I wrapped a towel around my body after the second shower of the day. How did Luthers stay clean all the time? That should be the topic of Wade’s next study.
“I hoped to catch you so we could run together.” Sascha stood in the doorway, clad only in worn jeans. Tangled, dark-brown hair fell just shy of his muscular shoulders. His honey eyes were almost impossible to look away from.
I inhaled his tantalising mix of pine, river water, musk, and sweat. “I didn’t know when you’d be back.”
I dug through the bags of clothes Wade packed for me.
Sascha’s hands gripped my shoulders, and we both relaxed at the contact. For a few breaths, I enjoyed the feeling of rightness.
Then the old wolf’s words came tumbling back.
Sascha kissed the back of my shoulder. “Wade visited?”
I shivered. “We tried to get me drunk.”
His lips twitched against my skin. “How did it go?”