Page 14 of Wolf Roulette

“You’re giving me permission to pass on pack strategies?” This was not how I envisioned the conversation going.

“I know what I would do if our situations were reversed. You don’t need my permission.”

Sometimes, I felt like I needed another fifty years on the clock to follow him. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that it would be foolish of me to hold you to silence when that would tear you in two.”

My chest rose. “Where did you come from, Sascha Greyson?”

“The same place we all do, I’d gather.”

I leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”

He regarded me with complete seriousness. “I realise this is a huge adjustment, but I’d like for you to give pack life a chance. That’s the one thing I ask.”

“I will. I want to.”

“Good. Then be assured, we’re using frequency generators during pack meetings. Until you tell me things have changed, that practice will continue. I know when you give your word, you mean it. So when you give it, I’ll hold you to your promises. Between now and then, consider me warned.”

He spoke of my promises and change of heart like they were certain things. “It’s just a lot to get used to.”

“Pack is a foreign concept for your wolf. I understand what you feel more than anyone.”

It wasn’t my wolf. It wasn’t the move to pack lands.

“You know I’m here.” He swept my wet hair back over my shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And neither was I.

I placed the comb on the bedside table. “Where should I put my bags?”

“The second wardrobe is empty. There are drawers in there, too, ready for you.”

Was I about to unpack my stuff into Sascha’s bungalow?Shit, I was. “I might do it later.”

Sascha stiffened. “What’s wrong?”

Dammit.“Well. Uh. Putting stuff in your wardrobe feels a lot like moving in with you.”

“You have moved in with me.”

Yeah,and I’d just grasped that now. “I guess I did.”

His heart thumped faster. “Is this moving too quick?”

Too quick in some ways. Too slow in others.

“No.” I gestured at the bags. “I’ve just never…”

This was a line that I never crossed with past boyfriends. Caring for Ragna was always my reason, but looking back, I saw that was just an excuse to keep my distance.

I’d crossed more lines with Sascha than anyone else.

This shouldn’t feel so strange.

Itwasn’tstrange.

“I’d prefer you stay in my bungalow.” His eyes darkened.