Chapter 3
Fifteen minutes later, Jessie knocked on Ava’s bedroom door. She’d gone straight from Spyder’s arms to here, and she wanted answers. Now.
“Who is it?!” the older cub shouted.
“It’s me. Jessie,” she replied, fully expecting Ava to ignore her. She usually did. But this time, she couldn’t be ignored. She needed answers. She needed to know the plan of attack, because that was the only way she was willing to wait for her mate.
If she was kept in the loop than she could be put at ease.
“What do you want, Jessie?”
The voice was nearer this time. Close to the door.
“Just let me in, Ava. Why do you always have to be so damn difficult?”
“I lock my door for a reason. I don’t want anyone in here,” came the usual grumble. “Apparently, some people just don’t aren’t getting the picture.
