Realization hit her like an anvil to the chest.
Dodger had blocked her number.
A wave of confusion and hurt washed through her, and she sat down slowly on the bench seat beside the back door.
He’d blocked her? He didn’t even want to hear from her? But…they’d had fun last night. He invited her to see his wolf for their next date. He’d kissed her and held her hand.
She looked out the window and saw Dad pulling chicken off the grill. He would probably be relieved at this news, and she couldn’t handle it. Not after she’d just gone to bat for Dodger.
She’d learned that dating humans wasn’t safe, but also, now she was learning that werewolves weren’t either.
Love in general wasn’t safe.
Was she in love with Dodger after such a short time? She didn’t know. She’d felt something big from the second she’d seen him for the first time. She’d felt the bond growing between them last night.
He felt very important, but he was also taking himself away from her, and it felt like a lash to her soul.
What had she done wrong? Why had he blocked her number?
Was this what it felt like to be ghosted? She hated this.
Tears burned her eyes, and she stood quickly to leave before her dad came back inside. He would sense her distress right away.
Destiny grabbed her purse in a hurry and left, closing the front door softly so he wouldn’t hear it and think something was wrong.
She crossed her arms over her chest as she jogged to her car in the driveway. A warm tear streaked down her cheek and she rubbed it away quickly with the back of her hand.
Stupid hot-and-cold boy.
Stupid werewolf.
He’d asked her on a date tonight and told her he wanted to Change in front of her. He had promised to let her in, and now this?
She had put herself out there, and he’d teased her. He’d kissed her and drawn her heart to him. He’d held her hand. He’d given her happy moments after so long of the same-old-same-old life, and it felt unbearable to go back to it now.
She didn’t care that this was fast.
It didn’t feel fast to her.
She’d been ready for him.
It cut her deeply that he was not ready for her.
Chapter Eight
Sunday…
Dodger moved restlessly through the living room. Destiny’s clothes were still in the bag on his kitchen countertop, calling to him.
He sat on the bench by the door, as far on the other side of the living space as he could get.
I miss her.
Fuckin’ wolf wouldn’t stop today.
We have the whole day off. We could be with her.
Dodger shook his head and gritted his teeth.
