Moon Claimed (Werewolf Dens #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,84
don’t want to confuse things between us.”
“I hardly think more confusion matters,” he said.
Frowning slightly, I towelled my body dry. “I’m so sorry about Clay, Sascha. Is everyone alright?”
He sighed. “They all made it. Physically. Andie… my pack is furious. They want revenge.”
Couldn’t blame them. “We’re placing extra security around the manor. Any recommendations?”
“I believe a formal apology would go a long way. Most of us are old fashioned, and gestures of this level are respected.”
A formal apology would strengthen the stewards’ whispers about me, but it could save their lives. “Done.”
“They’ll be in a clearer headspace after the new moon. Until then, extra security is a good idea. I worry about you living on the outskirts of tribe territory. I’d prefer you were with me at the new moon.”
I grabbed an over-sized T-shirt from the trunk and slipped it on so at least my ass was mostly covered.
The heat in Sascha’s gaze ramped up a notch. Go figure.
“I’m not sure being around a pack who wants revenge is a great idea.” I closed the trunk. “But thanks. Is there anything else I should know about the new moon?”
He grimaced. “Don’t be surprised if your wolf catches a snack. Or tries to.”
Gross. “Right. And really, what should I do about running? That wolf is definitely stalking me.”
Sascha growled. “I always ensure the pack remains on pack lands during the new moon. I’ll have extra Luthers on watch to ensure nobody leaves. If you stick to the north side, there won’t be any trouble that night. Otherwise, I’d like to request that you let me join you on daily runs until we find the culprit.”
I played with the bottom hem of my shirt.
Like a regular meet up every day? That was a commitment. What did he mean by it? Or was I just reading too much into stuff? There was a male wolf after me, and Sascha’s presence would ensure my safety. That’s all he meant. “Uhm, sure. I mean, that makes sense. I run in the mornings usually though.”
“So do I, beautiful wolf. It’s no trouble.”
I peeked up at his honey eyes. “Okay then.”
A smile ghosted his lips which only served to increase the heat in my face by one hundred-fold.
As the tension mounted, he began to shake.
“Are you alright?”
Sascha grimaced. “Just the mating call. Nothing to worry about, little bird.”
Oh. Right. “Guess we should do the kissing meet sometime…”
I watched the black edging in around his honey irises.
“Guess we should.” The corner of his mouth lifted.
My stomach sank. “Unless, maybe it would be better after the new moon? Would that affect anything?”
He searched my face, and I scented his slight confusion. “We can wait until after. It’s not far away. If you prefer?”
I cleared my throat. We’d gone this long. What was another few days? “Sure. Sounds good. I’ll see you then?”
Sascha grabbed my hand and flipped it, resting a gentle kiss on the back. He lingered before straightening, and when his eyes met mine, I sucked in a breath at the curious warmth filling my chest.
Blinking, I drew my hand from his and spun on my heel, resisting the urge to smile like a fool and the urge to pull the bottom hem of my T-shirt down to cover my half-exposed ass.
My wolf snorted. I thought we weren’t meant to show our butthole as a reward.
22
I rolled over and smacked my nose into a wall of muscle. “Jesus.”
“Nope. Just me, baby girl.”
I located my ringing phone, scowling at the blurry name illuminated there.
Gasping, I sat in a tangle of sheets. “Roy. Hi.”
“Sorry for the early call on a Sunday, Andie. Just wanted to touch base and make sure everything was done on your end.”
Oh my god. The house sale. Thank fuck for lawyers. They’d sent through the final papers at some point. I remembered signing. “Let me just check.”
Placing him on speaker, I logged into my online banking.
Please, please, please.
My heart leaped into my mouth.
$0.00
Zero dollars. I’d never been happier to see that figure in my life.
I was out of debt—well, I owed the tribe five thousand, but that would be paid in a matter of months. There were my student loans, too, but they were interest free for another year and a half.
“Everything is in order on my end.” I could hardly believe the words. “You received the keys?”
Roy messaged when they viewed the storage shed, but I forgot to respond.
“Sure did. Congratulations, Andie. I’m very happy for you.”