He grabbed a bottle of water. All the playfulness from earlier was gone, replaced by a stone-cold determination as he pressed the bottle into my hand. “You need to eat. I’ll get something for you. And I need to go check on things outside before the season goes full swing. Stay here. Drink your water. I’ll be right back.”
Perfect. My wolf laid down again. He can hunt for us.
I didn’t realize she was such a pillow princess.
“I’m not staying here and waiting,” I marched after him like a tick on his flank. “And I need to go check my traps.”
Ranger spun around. He sniffed the air as his tongue darted out to taste it.
I flushed and put my hands in my pockets.
“My heat is only just starting,” I whispered, mortified like I was some teenage girl and not the empowered, boss-b***h that I really
