Chapter 15
Eric left almost immediately after breakfast, leaving Ramsay and I alone. It was quiet in the barn with only the two of us. I thought about how strange his barn seemed to me when I first arrived, but now, even so soon, it felt like home.
Ramsay kissed me deeply against the counter. His lips tasted like syrup and coffee andhim.
“Gonna miss you when you go,” he murmured. His hands ran over my shoulders and down my back until they landed right above my ass. “Can’t believe that douche Eric is gonna have you all to himself.”
“Be nice,” I chided, tapping his chest.
He grinned. “I know. I’m just joking. He’s not that bad, especially if he lets me visit you there.”
I nodded. “Come whenever you want, okay? Don’t be a stranger.”
He chuckled before kissing me again. “Oh, I don’t plan on it.”
* * *
After a few more days alone withRamsay, it was time for me to move on to the next pack--West Pack.
Dan and Linda came to say goodbye while I was packing my bags.
“It was so nice having you here, dear,” Linda said before crushing me in a hug.
Dan gave me a pat on the back. “You’re all right, kiddo. You’ll do good with all this prophecy nonsense.”
I smiled. “Thank you. And thanks for having me.”
Linda squeezed in another hug. “And thanks for making our little Rammy so happy. Since you’ve been here, this is the most I’ve ever seen him smile!”
Ramsay groaned and his cheeks flushed. “Ma, c’mon.” He hefted my bags over his shoulder and strode to the door. “Let’s go, Mathe, before she doesn’t let you leave.”
“Coming!” I called.
We left the barn behind and casually made our way towards the West Pack border. The sun shone overhead, warming my skin. It reminded me of the day we went to the beach for the first time.
“You have fun while you were here?” Ramsay asked.
I snorted. “What kind of question is that?”
“Well? Answer it, then.”
“Of course I did!”
Ramsay grinned. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
I shoved him playfully, but he didn’t budge.
“I don’t know how they do things over in West Pack, but he better treat you right,” Ramsay said.
I chuckled. “You sound like your dad. He said the same thing to me about you.”
Ramsay grumbled. “Well. It’s true.”
“Eric’s not mean,” I insisted. “He’s just a little--”
“Cold? Callous?”
“Shy,” I said, elbowing him. “And he could be the alpha in the prophecy, remember?”
