Stone had to come close to killing him.
Her sire couldn’t be that upset with him if Stone had started the fight. She knew her sire
detested werewolves who didn’t treat their bitches right. Her heart still pattered in her
chest when her sire walked up to them.
“I have the deepest respect for a Cariboo who insists on wholesome values in a den,”
he told Stone. “Don’t lose my respect.”
His last words were a mere growl, his gaze never leaving Stone’s face.
“I don’t plan on it.” Stone straightened.
Even with the clean white bandages covering part of his torso, the muscles that
rippled under his flesh were more than a distraction for Ali. Her mouth was suddenly
too dry. Her sire and Stone stared at each other, male adrenaline filling the air with a
rich smell. Her heart throbbed so hard in her chest she was sure everyone around her
could hear it. Licking her dry lips, she glanced down and then gave Pamela, who stood
on the other side of her, a quick glance. Concern covered the pretty bitch’s face. Gabe’s
expression looked as hard as Stone’s did. The two were so similar, yet so different.
Ali returned her attention to Stone, and then to her sire.
“I’ll need to head back up the mountain.” Jonathan followed Stone’s actions when
he turned and grabbed his shirt that had been hanging on the back of his chair.
Jonathan didn’t look at anyone else but the werewolf in front of him while Stone pulled
his shirt over his head. “My daughter will be at her den by the time I get home.”
Ali ached to help Stone with his shirt. She didn’t dare move though. Her sire
bordered on hostile. After half of them getting in a fight up the mountain, it wouldn’t
take much to set them off again. She could smell the tension that lingered in the room.
“Dad. I want to make sure Stone gets to his den,” Ali said, unable to stay quiet.
She desperately wanted to be alone with Stone and the last thing she wanted to do
was sit at home tonight listening to her littermates growl and snap at each other.
Stone held up his hand, looking down at her before returning his attention to
Jonathan. “She’ll be home. I’ll see to it.”
Jonathan nodded. He growled at her, letting her know he was serious, and then left
the dining room.
“Give me the keys to the truck,” Stone told Gabe when it was just the four of them
at the dining room table.
“You sure you can drive?” Gabe asked, pulling the keys from his pocket.
“I can drive.” Stone took the keys and then put his hand on the back of her neck,
leading her out of the pack doctor’s home.
Ali could feel her sire’s gaze burning through her back as they left the house.
“Remind me to tell you what Gabe had to go through with my sire,” Pamela told
her as they walked toward the cars.
“This isn’t the same,” Stone growled at all of them.
“Of course not.” Pamela ignored his scowl, grinning at him. “I saw Ali chase those
bitches away from you.”
Ali’s face burned with sudden embarrassment, but she hurried after Stone when he
picked up his pace and stalked over to the truck. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her
around to the driver’s side, then opened the door and pushed her into the cab.
“Don’t tell me you’re suddenly mad that I got those sluts away from you.” She
adjusted herself in the cab, praying he wasn’t planning on driving her straight to her
den and dropping her off.
“They were just tending to my wounds.” Stone started the truck.
He didn’t look at her when he pulled away from the curb.
“They were hanging all over you. I didn’t like it.” She clenched her teeth together.
Granted, Stone had given her no indication that he was staying with this pack. But
he’d come back. He came to her when she’d asked him to, and she knew it wasn’t just
because he wanted her for sex. Stone
Her sire couldn’t be that upset with him if Stone had started the fight. She knew her sire
detested werewolves who didn’t treat their bitches right. Her heart still pattered in her
chest when her sire walked up to them.
“I have the deepest respect for a Cariboo who insists on wholesome values in a den,”
he told Stone. “Don’t lose my respect.”
His last words were a mere growl, his gaze never leaving Stone’s face.
“I don’t plan on it.” Stone straightened.
Even with the clean white bandages covering part of his torso, the muscles that
rippled under his flesh were more than a distraction for Ali. Her mouth was suddenly
too dry. Her sire and Stone stared at each other, male adrenaline filling the air with a
rich smell. Her heart throbbed so hard in her chest she was sure everyone around her
could hear it. Licking her dry lips, she glanced down and then gave Pamela, who stood
on the other side of her, a quick glance. Concern covered the pretty bitch’s face. Gabe’s
expression looked as hard as Stone’s did. The two were so similar, yet so different.
Ali returned her attention to Stone, and then to her sire.
“I’ll need to head back up the mountain.” Jonathan followed Stone’s actions when
he turned and grabbed his shirt that had been hanging on the back of his chair.
Jonathan didn’t look at anyone else but the werewolf in front of him while Stone pulled
his shirt over his head. “My daughter will be at her den by the time I get home.”
Ali ached to help Stone with his shirt. She didn’t dare move though. Her sire
bordered on hostile. After half of them getting in a fight up the mountain, it wouldn’t
take much to set them off again. She could smell the tension that lingered in the room.
“Dad. I want to make sure Stone gets to his den,” Ali said, unable to stay quiet.
She desperately wanted to be alone with Stone and the last thing she wanted to do
was sit at home tonight listening to her littermates growl and snap at each other.
Stone held up his hand, looking down at her before returning his attention to
Jonathan. “She’ll be home. I’ll see to it.”
Jonathan nodded. He growled at her, letting her know he was serious, and then left
the dining room.
“Give me the keys to the truck,” Stone told Gabe when it was just the four of them
at the dining room table.
“You sure you can drive?” Gabe asked, pulling the keys from his pocket.
“I can drive.” Stone took the keys and then put his hand on the back of her neck,
leading her out of the pack doctor’s home.
Ali could feel her sire’s gaze burning through her back as they left the house.
“Remind me to tell you what Gabe had to go through with my sire,” Pamela told
her as they walked toward the cars.
“This isn’t the same,” Stone growled at all of them.
“Of course not.” Pamela ignored his scowl, grinning at him. “I saw Ali chase those
bitches away from you.”
Ali’s face burned with sudden embarrassment, but she hurried after Stone when he
picked up his pace and stalked over to the truck. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her
around to the driver’s side, then opened the door and pushed her into the cab.
“Don’t tell me you’re suddenly mad that I got those sluts away from you.” She
adjusted herself in the cab, praying he wasn’t planning on driving her straight to her
den and dropping her off.
“They were just tending to my wounds.” Stone started the truck.
He didn’t look at her when he pulled away from the curb.
“They were hanging all over you. I didn’t like it.” She clenched her teeth together.
Granted, Stone had given her no indication that he was staying with this pack. But
he’d come back. He came to her when she’d asked him to, and she knew it wasn’t just
because he wanted her for sex. Stone
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