“Shut up. He didn’t.” Jesse’s eyes widened.
“He did.” I smiled. “His wolf chased mine up the mountains and straight to one of the caves I’d camped at with my papa when we’d be out running the trapline. He didn’t know it, but I’d spent a few weeks preparing that area so I could ride out my heat in peace.”
“Smart girl.” Jesse zipped his makeup bag and leaned a hip against the bathroom counter. “I take it he wasn’t a fan of the word no.”
“It was a little embarrassing.” I sighed, remembering how awkward it was with Trenton’s wolf huffing and puffing as he tried to get out of my leg-hold snare trap. “He hung around for most of the week thinking he could starve me out or something and I’d give in. Could you imagine?”
I gave a little self-depreciative laugh, thinking of how awful my life woul
