The muscle in his jaw tightened, his black eyes hard. “Half an hour, Charlotte. Then I'm coming after you.”
“I'll look after her, Were.”
“That's debatable,” Conal muttered.
“Shut up, both of you,” I grumbled. I headed towards the door, leaving Nick to follow in my wake. “Are you coming, or not?”
He'd caught up by the time I reached the heavy gate, pushing it open and stepping back to the side. “After you.”
I strode through, feeling the heat of the day beating against my back. It was still sultry in Jackson and I wondered how Nick was coping with the difference in temperature and humidity to Montana. Like the werewolves, shape shifters ran at a higher temperature than humans did, but in his jeans and t-shirt, he didn't look hot.
We walked in silence for a few minutes and I took to cou
