“Did you figure out what you’re going to do?” John asked Ranger. “Because we’re not going to make it to tomorrow night.”
I slid my hand into Ranger’s, holding it tightly as I felt the tension in him build. I ached to soothe it. And so that’s what I did. “I’m coming with you.”
He turned his tortured expression toward me. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” Thank the Goddess I was standing downwind so he didn’t get a face full of my slight lie. “What exactly am I supposed to do though?”
*
This was some serious bullshit.
My whole adult life I’d been gypped and I was still pissed about it as my wolf trotted alongside Ranger’s wolf down the mountain. Fallon, Beau, John, and his nieces ran with us.
I could sense Trenton out in the woods trailing us at a distance. We were still conne
