“One of my shirts. I need you in one of my shirts.” I frown and am going to ask what he means, but he squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose.
I take a step towards him. “Are you okay?”
When he looks at me, his eyes are nearly glowing. I go still because I know that his wolf is close to the surface. “You’re safe with me,” he says in a much deeper voice than usual. “Always.”
“I know.” The words come without me thinking about them, and I realize with a certainty how true they are. I trust Hunter, probably more than I should. I turn and walk to my room before I say something stupid. I open my drawer and pull out one of his shirts I have yet to give back. I throw on pajama shorts as well that all but disappear beneath his shirt.
When I get back to the living room, he’s busy straightening the furniture that got knocked askew. “Is this better?” I ask.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sherese
His eyes land on me and slowly track down my body. I can feel his gaze like a caress, and I don’t know how to respond. His eyes linger on my legs a moment before they track back up to my face. “No,” he finally says, “but you smell better.”
I frown at his cryptic words, but my phone rings, distracting me. When I see it’s Ava, I answer. “Hello.”
“Bryce told me what happened. Are you okay?” She doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “He also told me he was being an idiot and asked if you did it. I chewed him out for that. I seriously don’t know what he was thinking. I mean, obviously, he wasn’t. Are you okay?”
She finally pauses for a breath. “I’m okay.”
“Did you get hurt? Bryce said your shirt was all torn up.”
“It was, but I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me. Hunter kept me safe, and your mate showed up and drove them all off.”
“I’m so sorry that happened to you. Bryce is going to punish all the ones who went after you.”
“He shouldn’t do that; they’re just trying to protect their pack.”
“They shouldn’t have come after you. They should have gone to Bryce with their concerns,” she says adamantly. We talk for a minute longer and then hang up.
“She’s right.”
I turn to where Hunter is standing near the window, looking out. “They should never have come here. That’s not how we deal with a problem in our pack. They should have gone to Bryce or Ryan.”
I don’t argue with him. I can tell he’s still on edge. I am too, honestly. His eyes meet mine from across the room as I plop down on the couch. “Do you think a vampire got onto the pack property without anyone knowing again?” I ask him
“Yes. All it takes is for them to inject themselves with the scent blocker, and we’d never know they were here if they stayed hidden.”
“It’s weird. I didn’t get any sort of feeling, but I guess I was sleeping.”
I lean back against the couch. “Are you just going to stare out the window all night?”
“Got a better suggestion?”
“Want to play a game?” I'm not even sure where that came from. “Wait, do you even own any games?”
“I have a few card games.”
“Really?” I ask in surprise.
“Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes.” He gives me a dark look, and I shrug. “What? You’re not the kind of guy to have games sitting around his house.”
“What kind of a guy am I then?”
I shrug. “The kind whose idea of a game is to see who can run the longest or lift the most weight or something like that.”
