but we were headed across a couple states just to get near his pack-land. I didn’t even know where they were centrally located, either.
“Would you rather ride on the bike or in the truck?” Hunter asked.
“I’ve never ridden a motorcycle. I mean, I’ve ridden dirt bikes, but I’m sure they’re different. I think I’d feel more comfortable in the truck for now.”
Hunter’s jaw tightened. I wasn’t sure what I had said that bothered him, but if it did, I wasn’t happy about it. Compelled by this feeling, but I moved my hand to smooth the lines that creased his eyes. He looked shocked as my fingertips smoothed the skin there. I swallowed hard and started to pull my hand away.
Why did I do that?
Before my hand got too far away, he caught me gently, at the narrow part of the wrist. He leaned into my touch. Opened his eyes to me. At that point, I realized I wasn’t looking at the man, but the wolf. I could feel it straight down my spine. I was being watched by a predator. His wolf calling to my own. She moved forward slightly, a weak ghost of a wolf in my mind. But she flourished in his presence. My body warmed and my breathing deepened. I had never felt anything like this before. I felt nearly complete.
I blinked and when I looked back at Hunter I could see he had come to himself again. For a split second stayed exactly as we were. I wet my bottom lip unconsciously. Nothing besides him existed.
Crash.
I jumped at the sound and looked around, wondering where it had come from. I looked up to where Hunter’s eyes were now focused. Griffin’s room. I felt sick. I honestly never wanted to flaunt this in front of Griffin. I never wanted to hurt him. He already pissed from when I explained what I had promised Hunter. I took a step back from him. He noted the distance with a nod.
I could see disapproval crinkle his forehead, but it still hurt me to think I had done this to the both of them. I had hurt Griffin when I never meant to, and I hurt Hunter when I had no idea that I could.
I swallowed hard.
Maybe leaving would be the best for all of us. Hunter and I deserved a chance at happiness together. I would never be able to give him that chance if I was here with Griffin. I followed Hunter around the side of the truck and climbed in.
We were going, going, gone.
Chapter 12 — This is Home
Travelling with werewolves was not fun. I had been on smaller road trips with Keith and Griffin before. Hell, even Liam and Nick joined us a couple times. We would go up north to the Dunes or even to Mackinac, a small island in northern Michigan. A lot of times we went camping. Nothing compared to this though. Jude and Hunter stayed in the truck with me most of the time. The brothers rode bikes. One of them always in front, the other in back. While on their motorcycles, I could barely tell them apart. Even their bikes were identical.
I remained silent in the back. Silent. We had stopped only to get gas and for bathroom breaks. I watched as states slipped past. Jude and Hunter talked to each other too quietly for me to hear. I guessed about their mission. I didn’t want to know. An enforcer’s job was never pretty.
Seven hours into the trip and three gas and bathroom stops later, I was done with the silence. According to the boys we had almost another seven hours to go. The Lowe pack ranged in the southern states from Alabama to Arkansas. Anything in between belonged to the Lowe pack.
Hunter informed me in one word when I asked where we were going. “Arkansas.” At that, I was on my phone, checking how long it would take to get to Arkansas from home, in general, and it said about thirteen to fourteen hours. So we would be in the car for another seven hours at least.
I scooted to the middle seat.
“So…” I started not really sure where to go with this.
“We’re gonna be stopping soon. The twins are going to be resting in the truck. Would you like to ride with me?”
He gave nothing away. I scrunched my nose at his request.
“So you’re irritated with me?” he inquired. “If you weren’t, you’d say yes.”
I narrowed my eyes, saying nothing.
“I’ll take