Sage shook her head. “I’m afoxeneven if I don't smell like one.”
He nodded, still smiling. “Yeah, we know.”
Sage felt frozen. They weren’t makingsense. “But the One True Mate prophecy is—it’s awolvenprophecy,” Sage stammered. “Foxenandwolvencan’t mate.”
Timber and Canyon looked at each other, then back at her. Canyon was still grinning that beautiful fucking grin. Sage fumed. He had no fucking right to be so fucking hot.
“You sure about that?” he asked.
“Aren’t you?” Sage snapped, whispering to Rhen in her mind.Blessed Rhen in the Meadow, how could you make a man so beautiful? I can’t look away.
She imagined she heard Rhen’s response.Don't look away. He's there for you.
Canyon spread his hands wide, “Sure it’s never happened.” He motioned toward Sage then himself. “But we could give it a go.”
Timber hid a laugh behind his hand.
Sage couldn’t believe it. “Are you hitting on me?” she demanded. “Poorly?”
“That depends.” Canyon said. “Are you liking it?”
“No!” She slammed the door in their faces.
***
Canyon spoke to Timber inruhi.I feel like she is liking it. At times.
“Definite mixed signals, bro,” Timber said. “One minute she's looking at you like you're filet mignon. Next minute, like you’re a slug.”
Well, she's someone else's One True Mate so…
They lapsed into silence for a moment.
Do you think,Canyon said, then he shut up.
“What?”
Do you think maybe I could check her out anyway?
Timber snorted. “Why not? sounds like a plan.”
Canyon mused. If Timber thought it was a good idea, that meant it was a bad idea, but he would do his best to get that female underneath him, bad idea or not. His wolf demanded it.
Timber stared at the closed door. “What now?”
Canyon shook his head. He didn’t know.
“We could wait ten minutes and try again,” Timber suggested.
Just enough time for an opportunity snack.
“Bro, I’m fucking starving.”
Canyon nodded and they walked to the truck. Canyon rummaged around in the back until he found some MREs. He tossed one to Timber. Timber ripped it open, found the main pouch and tipped it into his mouth. Canyon did the same. Heneeded the calories and didn’t care if the food was hot or not. He moved around a tree so he could see the house and realized Sage White lay on the couch, facedown like she’d collapsed there. She barely moved, and within a few moments, she appeared asleep with the lights on.
Canyon pointed.We might have to try again in the morning.
Timber finished his food and dumped all the packets in the garbage bin in the back of the truck, then joined Canyon at the tree line, looking at the house. “We can’t leave. She’s gotta have a guard.”
