Addie (Pack of Misfits #1) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,55
the fucking horniness. That hasn’t eased up at all. I’m not even in a rut anymore, but every time I catch Addie’s scent somewhere in the house, my dick thinks it’s go-time.
“So. Was she there?” I finally ask, my gaze still on the ceiling.
“…No.”
His answer is quiet and abject, and it’s the closest he’s ever come to admitting that he misses her too. He’s been going to the Blackmuck Lake every single day, which was where he first met her.
Penn and I know it’s his way of looking for her—for seeking a way to reconcile—but she hasn’t gone back there. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch him rubbing the spot on his chest where the relentless tug won’t quit, and just like that, my anger deflates out of me.
“The mate-call hasn’t let up,” he says, sounding equally surprised and frustrated.
I pick up my head to glance over at him. “And it’s not going to,” I reply with a shrug. I lean forward and rest my forearms on my knees. “I saw your coyote last night.”
He shoots me a look. “I was just tracking your coyote.”
I scoff. “Bullshit.”
He doesn’t try to argue further, because he knows his lie is weak as fuck. He went to Addie’s pack land last night, just like I did—just like I have been every night. After the third day of being separated from Addie, I couldn’t resist the mate-call anymore. The hook inside of my chest kept tugging, and I swear, my cock turned into a compass, trying to point me in her direction.
So I waited until Herrick and Penn went to their rooms for the night, and I let my coyote come out. As soon as I’d shifted, my animal took off, tracing Addie’s scent all the way back to the huge-ass territory on the outskirts of town where she and her pack live.
It took my coyote a good twenty minutes to get there, and it was impressive. The Aberrant pack land is protected by a tall fence, a guarded gate, lookout points, and a ton of security cameras. I didn’t want to risk being caught, so my coyote didn’t get too close, but even being in her air space seemed to calm my animal down, at least a little bit.
I’ve gone back every night since then. When my coyote isn’t pacing around the perimeter, he’ll watch a particular part of the fence for hours on end. He’s probably hoping that if he stays at that spot long enough, our mate will sense him and come walking out.
But maybe the mate-call isn’t as strong for her, because I haven’t seen her once, much to my disappointment. The second night, Penn’s coyote followed me. Last night, Herrick finally joined us. But it hadn’t made any difference, because Addie hadn’t shown herself to us.
I didn’t like the thought that she wasn’t being called to us the same way we were being called to her. I had hoped that her animal would be driving her just as crazy as ours were, but it didn’t seem like that was the case. As far as I could tell, she had gone to her pack’s land and stayed there to ride out the rest of her wave, and hadn’t ventured out once.
The thought of her being around other males right now, even just her packmates, is almost enough to make me accidentally shift on the spot and start pissing everywhere to mark my territory. And make no mistake, as far as my coyote is concerned, Addie is my territory. The bond instincts are forceful as fuck, heightening the feelings of possessiveness that I know we haven’t earned.
And it’s true—we haven’t earned shit when it comes to Addie. Our animals answered her call and we’d all bitten her to taste her blood, but aside from that, we’ve done nothing. I’ve done nothing. What I should’ve done was drag her back inside that day and forced us all to talk rationally without arguing. Or maybe I should’ve just dragged her back to my room and finished what we’d started earlier. My dick liked that option.
But I hadn’t done shit, because Herrick had gone on and on about how we didn’t know her, how a duck wasn’t a suitable mate for a coyote, and how she couldn’t possibly handle all three of us, anyway. Even Penn, who was usually good at being level-headed and not rushing into anything, had been silenced by him.