Chapter 7
My fingers slid out of Alpha Wilder-Young’s fur faster than an Old West gunslinger could draw his pistol. “Whoops.” I tried to retreat, but now he was the one pressing up against the backs of my legs, herding me forward away from the dark.
My gaze flew to Ryder, but it was the woman who translated. “Dad says you smell tired.” She took a step forward, arms outstretched, even as she chided her father and alpha. “Some of us are capable of walking on two legs and greeting her properly.”
I thought she was going to hug me, which would have been way, way too much affection from a stranger. Instead, her proto-embrace funneled in on the hand I held out for a shake. Her two palms enclosed my five fingers...and before I knew it, I was being drawn into the one lit house.
Into a house tha
