"Hey Ali?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you mind if Drake came out for a bit?"
My gaze shifts over to Joey as we continue on our way. "Who?"
"My wolf, remember?" he answers, and the memory of our previous conversation with Eric comes back to mind. "I know this is random, but he's been dying to come out for a while, and since we'll be back in the city tonight, I figured now might be the last time we're in the woods for a bit, where he can run."
That makes sense. I haven't seen their wolves since Eric tried to kill Cassie at the Santiagos' place, and the last time I saw Drake was when he was trying to kill me. The image sends a shiver down my spine, but it doesn't last. That was a month ago, and things have definitely changed between us all. Plus, logically speaking, the Fated Mates bond won't allow
