Chapter 21
I could neither smell nor see Hunter, but I got the distinct impression that he was out there four-legged, watching and waiting as my pack and I moved into position. His presence was akin to a tingle at the base of my spine, the same sensation that I’d experienced over and over again during the last twenty-four hours of jittery anticipation. I’d kept looking over my shoulder all day long, in fact, expecting Hunter to return for his clothes, wallet, and SUV. But instead the uber-alpha appeared to have turned wolf and disappeared from our lives as quickly and as thoroughly as he’d come into them.
And yet, if my overactive nerve endings were any indication, Hunter hadn’t really abandoned us at all—just taken a step back until we couldn’t quite see him out of the corners of our ey
