Chapter 7: The Wolf Pack
Hunter pulled up outside a nearby café and disappeared inside.
Roshène wasn’t sure what she felt about being left outside by herself. She was pleased with his display of trust and annoyed that she was pleased because the bracelet meant she couldn’t leave anyway.
He bought her a hot toasted cheese baguette that tasted like heaven and which she demolished, chugging down the can of fizzy lemonade he handed her.
“You’re getting a healthy appetite. You need building up.” He took the paper wrapping and empty can, tossing them into the trash can by the door.
Again, she was annoyingly satisfied with his approval. “Aren’t you eating?”
“Does it look like it?” He settled his helmet, threw one long lean muscular leg over the seat, and started the engine.
His response wa
