Alisa
“Pack a bag,” Derrick orders. “Jeans, t-shirts, comfortable sneakers, and something nice and warm to sleep in tonight.”
I open my mouth to ask him why, but he shuts me down before I can even begin. “I owe you a punishment, remember?”
Shit. I had forgotten all about that. I thought we were okay, especially after the way he opened up to me, vague as his explanation might have been, I thought that was a sign that we had moved past his anger.
“Fo- uh, because I jumped down your through yesterday?” I ask. “I have already apologised.”
“Nom” he says in a low, warning tone. “Because you went into the mud pool with the soul eater and wouldn’t listen to your guards. And because you walked around in your underwear in front of men who aren’t your mate.
“Wolves do that, you know,” I say.
