Chapter Thirty
Scott
The drive from Wolfsrudel back to the Blue Ridge pack lands was about four hours, give or take. Not exactly a road trip, but the still-healing wound in my shoulder meant that even with a couple of rest breaks to stretch my back and shoulder, I was stiff well before we arrived.
About halfway through the trip, I twisted in my seat, angling my good arm over my head to try and loosen the knots forming there, and saw Harley watching me, his eyes intense.
"Something wrong?"
Harley's lips twisted into a slight frown, but he shook his head. "No. Not really."
"You know you can talk to me about anything," I reminded him. "And it sure looks like there is something on your mind."
Harley continued to study me and then it seemed like he came to a decision. He released his breath in a long, slow exhalation. "I had a dream. The night you tore your stitches."
"Okay."
"Scooter was there. The wolf that I told you about."
I waited. As far as I knew, this was the first time that Harley had remembered one of his dreams.
"He saved me from a monster." Harley drew the side of his bottom lip into his mouth in an all too familiar nervous habit. "But when it was done, he was bleeding from his shoulder."
"I see." I forced my face to remain passive as my heart began to race. First, Harley had called meAlphaand now he remembered a dream days after he'd had. Was it really possible that Harley was going to recover his memories after all? It was all I could do to hide the joy coursing through my body at the thought.
When Harley's eyes narrowed slightly, I realized that while I was inwardly celebrating the milestones in his possible recovery, my Omega was waiting for a response.
"That's great, Har," I said, my voice carrying a little more emotion that it probably should have.
He released his lip from his teeth and his eyes narrowed a little more, taking on a suspicious glint. "You don't sound surprised."
"I'm not." I wink at him, choosing to intentionally misconstrue his comment. "I always believed you'd get better and now you are!"
"About the wolf, Scott," Harley huffed, making me snicker. "Isn't it odd that the wolf that befriended me out of the blue received the same injury protecting me thatyoudid?"
Well, either his memory was recovering or his subconscious was putting one and one together. The problem was, I wasn't sure how much information to offer without risking damage to his recovering mind. Making a mental note to call the doctor that had been treating him as soon as I could, I forced myself to give him a relaxed smile that belied the anxiety and excitement fighting for control of my emotions.
"No. I don't think that's odd at all." I grabbed his hand and raised it to my lips, kissing the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. "After all, we both care about you and want you safe, right?" I didn't wait for him to agree. "So it makes perfect sense that you would associate us together."
I flipped his hand over to kiss the top. "But, more importantly, Har, is the fact that you remembered it." Slowing the van to a stop in the middle of the empty road, I ignored the honking of the truck behind me and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. "I'm so happy for you."
Instead of answering, Harley angled his head to give me better access and brought one hand up to cup the back of my head, pulling my mouth harder against his. By the time I broke the kiss and pulled back, Harley's eyes were glazed over and there was a steady stream of cars passing me on the left as they shouted and made insulting gestures.
Pressing the gas pedal, I started encouraging the van to climb back to the speed limit – she had a lot of great traits, but speedy acceleration wasn't one of them – and Harley settled back in his seat. Soon he was dozing, so I turned up the radio, rolled down my window, and enjoyed the rest of the drive.
Harley was still out cold, his head resting in my lap and my hand resting lightly on his hip, when I turned into the drive that led to the Blue Ridge Alpha's house. I'd only been there once before, but the aggressive security force trying to stop the Blood Valley Omega, Levi, and me from entering stood out in my mind, so I was surprised to be waved through the gate without opposition.
Pulling up to the house, I was more than a little surprised to see Zade's pick-up truck parked out front. Granted, I had sent him a letter telling him of my plans to bring Harley to Blue Ridge, but there was no way he could have received it alreadyandbeaten us there.
"Hey." I stroked Harley's hair lightly. "Wake up, sleepy head. We're here."
Harley smiled and pressed against my palm like a cat looking for pets, but didn't open his eyes. "I love it when you touch me." He nudged my hand again. "Keep doing that?"
I chuckled and rubbed my fingers through the spiky hairs on the side of his head that were starting to grow out. "Later, baby. We're here."
Harley's only answer was a disgruntled sigh, but he stretched and finally opened his eyes. "Hi."
"Hi, yourself." I waited until he sat up to lean over for a kiss, laughing when he jerked away. "What's wrong?"
