Sawyer chuckles. “No, we’re not.”
I arch a brow at him.
“Well, the rest of the pack says they are looking for a mate. It’s not true. You’ve got those guys all kinds of fucked up. I heard you perfumed and Archer and Dustin lost their shit over you.”
“Yeah, well it won’t happen again,” I say with confidence.
“Now that I’m awakened, I’m going to the heat clinic.”
Another possessive growl rumbles in his chest. “No, you won’t. You are a part of the Barclay pack.”
I halt my steps and stare into his beautiful gray eyes. “Mr. Legacy, go back to your pack.”
He chuckles. “The guys said you were upset we didn’t tell you about our destiny. I promise we would’ve told you when the time was right.”
“Don’t you see? I was the girl who was with your pack since we were young. I should’ve been the first to know.”
His fingers brush gently across my cheek. “You’re right,” Sawyer murmurs before leaning in to claim my lips. His broad hand slides down to rest on the small curve of my back.
My small hands explore the firm planes of his chest as I press my lips firmly against his. The sound of Sawyer’s low purr wraps me in warmth. Reluctantly, I pull away. My heart pounds wildly against my ribs.
“The guys are acting like total jerks. You’ve always been the glue that holds our pack together.”
I exhale softly. “Good night, Sawyer.”
He falls into step with me and we continue onto the campus.
“I’ll walk you to your dorm. Grab what you need. Don’t forget me and Thatcher’s clothes.”
My brows bunch together. “You two had no right to break into my dorm room.”
“We didn’t. Your roommate let us in.”
“Unbelievable,” I mutter.
Then I freeze on the pavement. “What do you mean get what I need?”
“You’re moving into the Legacy house.”
“No, I’m not,” I grit out.
The killer could be one of them.
He checks our surroundings then leans into my ear. “Someone’s killing female students from Greywood University. Specifically, omegas.”
A chill runs up my spine, and I take a step back. “I know about the murders. And all signs point to the Wolves.”
I bite down on the corner of my lip pondering on his words. I wasn’t aware omegas were killed.
His brows lower. “Who told you it was the Wolves?”
“My friend.”
I had to be vague and protect my source. Don’t think the guys are aware of my blog.
“I have protection,” I point at my purse.
While I was at home earlier, I grabbed my Glock from the family gun safe. Didn’t think I’d need it in Greywood. My hometown. But with a murderer on the loose I’d be sure to protect myself.
