LOGINMatoThere’s a wolf sitting outside our gate like somebody sent him an invitation.He’s on the county side of the bars, right in the middle of the road, with my headlights full on him. Brindled, bigger than Cody and nowhere near my size. When the rig stops, he doesn’t get up or even blink.I roll my window down, and the wind brings his scent straight into the cab. It belongs to an Alpha I’ve never met, and he's got the air of someone who's realised he's shown up uninvited and is too stubborn to leave.There’s only one stranger like that I know of around here. Cody met him in that park of his and swears he’s harmless. His name’s Rafe, and this has to be him.‘Run him off,’ my wolf says. ‘Or we could kill him.’We’re not killing anyone at the front gate.‘Then we’ll kill him at the back fence. I’ll walk him around.’The remote’s in my cup holder and I leave it there. Nobody comes through that gate without Dax’s say-so. If I let this one in, I’m speaking for the whole pack, and that’s Da
CodyThe little typing dots would be nice. Anything at all, so I’d know he’s out there trying to figure out what to say.That text was supposed to be a way out for both of us. All he has to do is write back “Pretty loud,” and we can pretend tonight never happened until we die of old age. I’d happily go along with it.Except Mato has never told me a lie, not even the polite kind, and apparently he isn’t about to start for my sake.No reply shows up, and honestly, that’s an answer all by itself.His sheets are clean now. The old ones are in the washer, the ring light’s back in the box, and I even flipped the general back over, so at least one of us can look Mato in the eye tomorrow.The box is in the closet with my bags. No way was I carrying it past that tow truck to put it back in Shania.Now I’m on the couch with the blanket up to my nose, faking sleep, which is a pretty stupid plan when the guy I’m hiding from will hear my heartbeat the second he walks in. Mine’s going like the bass
MatoMy bedroom window is lit up white, brighter than any lamp I own, and I’ve already killed the engine when I remember what that light means.The guy called back when I was nearly at the lake. His buddies are going to drag his truck home behind one of theirs instead, which will save him my fee right up until they find out what that does to a transmission.I turned around meaning to park at the bottom of the road and wait out the hour Cody asked for. Somehow, I drove right past the spot and all the way up to my front door, the way I always do.I spent the entire drive back thinking about him, and still forgot I’d promised to be gone.For a second, I just sit with my hand on the key and my face hot, like he’s caught me going through his things.There isn’t a sound coming out of my house.‘He heard us,’ my wolf says.There’s no way he didn’t. Any wolf could hear a rig this size turning in off the road, and Cody’s ears work just fine. He’s probably lying in my bed right now, holding his
CodyMato’s phone goes off halfway through a movie about a haunted ski lodge, and I’m sitting up before it’s finished the first ring.For a few nights straight, every driver in Tamarack has managed not to have an accident, which is great news for them and pretty terrible for me.I could just ask for his room, but I’m not telling a man to go and sit in his tow truck in the snow so I can jerk off in his bed. I do have some manners.In the meantime, I’ve been buying him coffee, because it’s the only rent he’ll take. There’s so much of it now that it’s up on top of the fridge with the books.I can hear the guy on the other end without trying, talking way too fast about his pickup and a dirt road out by the lake that had a canyon hidden under the snow judging by the way he’s carrying on. Mato listens for about a second and says, “I’m on my way.”“They race up and down that road like idiots,” he tells me, already up and reaching for his boots by the door. “Keeps me in work though.”“Did he
CodyMato’s phone dings on the counter. He taps it with his thumb without putting down the spatula, and a second later mine buzzes on the table.Your Interac e-Transfer to Mato was declined.I send it again. Ding, tap, buzz. The third time, I type RENT AND FOOD in the message. Ding, tap, buzz.“You can’t keep declining it,” I tell him.“I can. It’s one button. Barely takes any effort.”Who turns down free money? Tanner once fished a two-dollar coin out of the toilet and called it a good day.“It’s for my room and board,” I say.“I know what it is. I’m pretty proficient at reading.” He puts a plate of eggs in front of me. “Part of the reason you’re staying here is to help you save money. I’m not having you replace one payment with another.”“You’re not having me do anything. I’m offering.”“And I’m declining. That’s how offers work.”If I pay rent, I’m a housemate, and I don’t have to feel like a charity case. If I don’t, I’m a favor Dax called in.“I’m not living in your house for fre
MatoI’m going to know he’s there every second.He’s been on the Reserve since last night, and his thread hasn’t been out of my head once. His heartbeat’s been in my ears all morning. My entire house isn’t much bigger than this kitchen.He says it like he’s doing me a favor. Like the nicest thing he can do for me is live in my house for as short a time as possible and then disappear again.I’m not breathing. When I make myself start again, I notice my claws are out, all of them, on both hands, and I can’t remember the last time that happened without me asking for it.‘He wants to hide from us in our own house?’ my wolf says.I spent months teaching Cody how to keep his claws in, and I can’t manage mine for one sentence. He’s moving in today, and I’m in real trouble.I tuck my hands under my arms and pull the claws back in. Dax still has his face in Noah’s hair, so nobody saw except Cody, who’s looking straight at my hands with a complicated expression on his face.What does he think t
DaxThe thing's in pieces at our feet and my body's still waiting for round two.I never come down off a kill clean. My blood's still up, ears still straining, every muscle still voting to hit something else.I don’t think it’s a werewolf thing. It’s an adrenaline thing.So when the wolf decides to
NoahThe wolf hits it like a truck, and the thing barely rocks.Wrong.Two hundred pounds of Alpha at a dead run should fold anything with a spine.This rotten thing takes the hit, slides back a boot-length in the dirt, and swings an arm the size of my leg.The wolf has to wrench sideways midair to
DaxFor the last hour I've been telling myself I'm only out here to keep the idiot from getting himself killed.It's a good lie.Responsible.Very Alpha.The kind of thing my father would've said with a straight face right before going off and doing exactly what he wanted.Truth is, I caught his tr
NoahThree miles from where you should be standing.The asshole could have at least given me a direction.Fortunately, I’ve learned to trust my instincts.Hunters don’t have any inherent magic, but our senses are more developed than those of ordinary humans.So here I am.Three miles out from the N







