“TMI, Em,” Zoe complained.
“What? How? I didn’t even say anything!” I protested.
“You mentioned both sex and your werewolf mate within a few sentences. We both know where your mind went.”
I laughed.
We finally reached the clearing. Everyone else was there already. Ethan and Connor had even shown up.
I guess being ten minutes late did mean most people would beat us there. Whoops.
Zoe stopped abruptly on the edge of the circle. I tried to tug her toward the chairs, but her hand had gone slack.
“What are you…” I trailed off when I looked over at her and found her blushing.
“Fuck,” Finn muttered.
“Well, this just keeps getting better,” Ethan drawled.
I followed her gaze to Connor, and found the man sitting stiffly in a camping chair. His fingers dug into the fabric, and his eyes were red.
Shit.
That wasn’t good.
Zoe took a step back.
A snarl tore through Connor’s chest.
“She can’t run from him,” Finn told me in a low voice.
Running from a male wolf was always a bad idea. Especially when you were being hunted by him. That was a one-way ticket to being bitten.
I reached for Zoe’s hand again. Before I caught it, she turned.
And ran.
Shit.
Connor’s wolf roared through the human. He shifted, and the wolf tore through him, taking control in a heartbeat.
When the beast charge after my friend, I started hurrying after him.
Finn dragged me into his arms, holding me tightly to his chest.
“I have to help her,” I argued. “I can’t just?—“
“Connor’s wolf won’t hurt her,” Finn growled. “Anyone else who goes after them will be free game.”
“She shouldn’t have to do this alone,” I protested.
“We all did, Em,” Abby reminded me. “No one can figure out a mate bond for you.”
They were right.
I still hated that Zoe was going to have to deal with it on her own.
“Here, Cupcake.” Ethan offered me a s’more I hadn’t noticed him making.
