Let’s just hope I’m happily divorced by the full moon…
Chapter 13
Adoor slamming jolts me awake, and I sit up straight on the too small couch. I rub a hand down my chest and frown.
When I pull back the sheet, I realize I’m completely naked. Definitely not the way I slept. Though, it’s my preference. I know for a fact I did not go to sleep nude, not here.
“What did you do?” I question Thorin.
He doesn’t answer, his voice in my mind completely silent. This fucking wolf is going to ruin my life.
I groan, my body aching from whatever Thorin did, or how I slept on this couch. When I blink away the grogginess, I’m greeted by Violet’s pissy cat.
“Did your mistress leave?” I ask him, and he blinks his yellow eyes at me. I already know she’s not here. If the slammed door didn’t give it away, this aching feeling in my chest would.
I go to grab my phone off the table, but the cat is faster, batting it with his paw, making it clink to the wooden floor.
“Of course, her familiar would be a crotchety asshole of a cat,” I mumble, picking up my phone.
I need to be on the compound in thirty minutes. Quickly, I grab the bag I brought and get dressed.
The cat jumps off the table and goes to sit on the stairs, watching my every move and almost ensuring I don’t dare go exploring upstairs.
“Tell your mistress to work faster on getting us out of this mess. Then I’ll be out of your matted fur,” I tell the cat, and I shake my head.
Great, now I’m talking out loud to a cat. Isn’t it bad enough I have a goddamn wolf I share a body with.
I grab my boot and slide my foot in. Groaning as my sock sloshes and pools with fluid.
“What the fuck?” I hiss, pulling out my foot. As soon as I sniff, the scent is undeniable.
Cat piss.
“Seriously?” I say, glancing up the stairs. Where this cat slowly blinks at me like he’s done nothing wrong.
I curse as I grab my bag and my boots. I flip them upside down once I’m on the porch, watching the liquid drip out.
Violet better be working hard today to figure out how to get us out of this clusterfuck. My back can’t handle that couch again, and I certainly don’t want another moment with her sadistic cat.
I grimace as I slide on my piss-filled boots, and throw a leg over my bike. There’s a sense of wrongness as I drive away from Violet’s home, but I crush it down. I have important pack business to handle today.
Jonas clears his throat next to me as I toss my boots onto the worn porch of the Alpha cabin.
“What the fuck is that smell, and where have you been?”
“Cat piss and it’s a long story,” I reply, turning the shower on and undressing.
Jonas and I have been friends for a long time, shifting for the first time together, taking Mander’s over together, and now running this pack. There’s no need for modesty or lies between us. Though, part of me wants to keep some things to myself. Jonas doesn’t need to know what a nightmare this all is if we’re going to resolve it swiftly.
“Thorin riding your ass about Violet?” he asks.
“Something like that.”
“I love that you’re so talkative. It’s probably your best quality.” I give him a shitty look before pulling back the shower curtain and letting the warm water wash away the smell and tension from last night.
“The new lawyer has everything written up. As soon as you sign, we own it. Honestly, can’t believe the witches fucked this up so bad. I guess they don’t operate all the business there, but still.”
I smile to myself as I wash my body.
