Kai’s voice fills the car. “So, how did it go?”
“Better than I was expecting. She’s going to keep an eye on Reaper and his pack, and let me know if he makes a move.”
“And?”
I cringe, tightening my hands on the steering wheel. “She wants to see you.”
Kai groans. “You didn’t agree, did you?”
I chew on my bottom lip.
“Salena?”
“Look, Kai, you owe her, and now I owe her.”
“Shit!” Kai curses.
“Look . . . Stop being a baby. She isn’t going to hurt you.”
Kai mumbles something I don’t quite catch. I’m about to answer when a loud bang startles me and my car rips across the road.
“Shit. Look, I have to go, Kai. I’ve blown a tire.”
“Really?! I just replaced them last week. They should be fine.”
“Maybe I ran something over.” I pull off onto the side of the road and turn my hazard lights on.
“Want me to come out?”
I roll my eyes. “I can change a tire, Kai.”
“I know but . . . ”
I sigh. “Look, I’m not completely helpless, Kai. I’m the damn alpha remember. I can look after myself.”
Kai sighs. “You're still my baby sister.”
My tone softens. “I know.”
I turned twenty-nine a couple of months ago. With an age difference of fifteen months, Kai’s the oldest in the family, and Felix is the baby at only twenty-two.
“I’m always going to look out for you.”
“I know that too. Love you, Kai.”
“Love you, too.”
Pressing the disconnect button on my steering wheel, I hang up the phone and climb out of the car. Sure enough, my front passenger side tire is completely shredded. I look down the road, but I don’t see anything that could have done this, though it is dark. I pop the trunk and pull out my spare. Now to try my best not to get my new silver, off-the-shoulder corset dirty. I just get the new tire put into place when my skin prickles. Suppressing a shiver, I slowly stand, the tire iron gripped in my hand. I put my back to the car and scan the area for danger, trying to pinpoint what’s causing my sense of unease. I stand stock still, listening, watching. The feeling is still there, but whatever’s watching me isn’t going to make a move. Not right now.
I turn and quickly tighten the bolts on my tire, then toss everything in the trunk. I’ll put it away properly tomorrow. I’m not getting a good feeling right now.
Chapter Six
Salena
Thepackknowsbetterthan to bother me on Mondays unless it’s an emergency, so I’m surprised when I hear an abrupt knock at the door. Monday is my day to unplug, enjoy myself, have a bath, read a book, go for a long run. Aside from sleep, there is precious little time I have completely to myself. Sometimes it just becomes too much. So, Mondays, I step away, reset.
Without checking who’s there, I swing open the door. “This better be good,” I say with a slight whine.
