Page 63 of Cuffed By the Wolf

“Now that we know their scent, we’ll need to search the woods,” I tell him.

“I’m ready.”

We’ll find them, and when we do, we’ll teach them a lesson.

Two days later, Sasha is discharged from the hospital. The nurse wheels her to the curb, where I lift her out of the wheelchair and settle her into the passenger seat of my blacked-out pickup truck.

“Didn’t know you had a personal vehicle,” she says.

“I’ve got a few. Just don’t get to drive them much.” I pull the seatbelt across her body.

“I brought this one out just for you,” I say with a smile as I secure it.

She grins. “I feel special.”

Our eyes meet. “You are.”

I close the door and scan the area, searching for Carson’s hired help. Tyson, Jax, and I tracked their scent to a barn near the edge of town. I need to make sure Sasha is safe at the cabin before I go after them. I circle the front of the truck and slip behind the wheel.

As I pull away from the curb, I say, “Witch, huh?”

She laughs. “Yeah. When I found out what Carson did, I got so upset magic burst from my fingers, setting the grass around the tree on fire. That’s when Carson and Jenny took off after me. I even zapped both their asses.”

I laugh softly. “They fucking deserved it.”

“Since Carson’s a wolf shifter, my magic barely fazed him. But Jenny…” She flashes a mischievous grin. “My magic definitely slowed her down.”

Her smile fades, and she hesitates. “Can’t believe he tried to kill me.” Her voice trembles.

I rest my hand gently on her thigh, moving it in soothing circles. “He sent hired wolves after me. They ambushed me as I left the hospital the other day.”

She covers my hand with hers, gasping softly, followed by a sharp wince.

For a brief second, I glance away from the road. “We can talk about this once you’re feeling better.”

“If you can help get me set up in the camper, just put things within reach — that would be great.”

I chuckle. “You think I’m taking you there?” I don’t give her a chance to answer.

“You’re coming home with me, and that’s final.”

I covered the rent for Evan’s camper through the summer — I didn’t want Sasha to have to stress about it.

She turns her head the best she can to stare out the window.

“When I found you slumped behind the wheel, unconscious, I completely lost it. Sasha, I didn’t know if you were going to make it.” My voice is thick with vulnerability.

Her fingers tighten around mine once more. “I’m here. Just scared.”

“You’re mine, little omega. I will kill for you if I have to.”

I tap the garage door opener and roll inside.

“Don’t kill him. Just put him and Jenny away for life.”

Jenny goes off to prison. Carson goes six feet deep.

For whatever reason, Sasha doesn’t want to go to bed. So I set her up in the living room on the sofa with pillows, blankets, and snacks.