تسجيل الدخولCodyKelly’s halfway through hugging me goodbye when Mom says it, and her arms lock around me like she’s scared I’m about to fall off her step.I might. Every enchilada I ate is thinking about coming back up.I know exactly which phone she means. It’s been sitting in her kitchen drawer with the batteries and the twist ties since I got my new one, and I haven’t given it a single thought in years.Everyone is eerily quiet around me. Mom’s still smiling up at Mato. He’s smiling right back down at her, nice and easy, and he smells absolutely terrified.Mom notices the quiet and turns around, beaming at all of us.“I was just telling Mato. I gave that podcast girl Cody’s old phone, in case it helps her find the people who took him. I keep everything.”“Oh, Pauline, so do I,” Kelly calls down the path. “I’ve still got the clay ashtray Dax made me in second grade, and I’ve never smoked a day in my life.”“You told me you threw that out,” Dax says, sounding betrayed.Mom laughs, and everybody
MatoCody’s off me before Noah’s even finished, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.“She called me, and I promised her,” he says, sounding sick. “I promised her twice, Mato. I swore I’d pick up, and I was too busy riding you to even look.”“I didn’t hear that,” Noah says loudly.“We’re on our way,” I tell him. “Can you stay with her until we get there?”“I’m not going anywhere. I’m standing a respectful distance from her car with both my hands in plain view.” He lowers his voice. “She asked me if I was Mato. I told her he’s much bigger.”He hangs up before I can decide whether that was a compliment.Cody’s sitting on the edge of the bed with the phone in both hands, looking like he’s about to throw up, and I’m still breathing hard.A minute ago I had her son on top of me, on the bed she’s going to sleep in tonight. If the Goddess wants to strike me down, now would be a very good time.I sit up and pull him back against my chest, and I hold on until his shoulders come down a bit.“S
Cody“Yeah, Mom. Of course you can come.”The words are out before I’ve thought anything through.I look up at Mato afterward, which is the part I should’ve done first, since it’s his house.He smells worried. Not for himself, I don’t think. For me, and for a weekend he can probably see coming a lot more clearly than I can. He nods anyway.“Oh, sweetie.” Mom’s crying again, but it’s the happy kind this time. “Thank you. And I’ll finally get to meet your Mato.”Hearing his name in her voice is so weird I nearly drop the phone. Mato smells ridiculously pleased about it.“You will,” I tell her.“Did you eat today?”“Mato made me a sandwich. He cut it into triangles.”Technically, all of that is true. I ate it in four bites with my face, off a plate in the snow, but she didn’t ask for details.“Oh, I like him already,” she says, and she sounds like she means it.I tell her I’ll text her directions. There’s a gate, so she has to call me when she gets there, and I’ll come down and let her i
Mato“Cody’s subscribers think he’s in love,” Dax says, with his chin practically on my shoulder.He’s been reading my phone since the first text came in, and he hasn’t once pretended he isn’t.“His subscribers are very perceptive,” I tell him.It took me a minute to answer, because I read that screenshot more times than a grown man should.The night he made that video, I sat in my truck in the drive and told myself none of it was meant for me. Some stranger on the internet worked it out before I did, and I was right there, near enough to hear him breathe.Right now, I’m grinning at my phone in Dax’s kitchen. He’s probably got a new one up by now, and I’m about to spend my morning describing another man’s beard instead of watching it.“Producer,” Dax says, delighted. “Is that your job title now? Do you get one of those folding chairs with PRODUCER on the back? And a clapboard? You can make him retake scenes you particularly enjoy.”“I don’t need a chair. The job comes with a bed, and
Cody“Hey, you,” Mato tells my phone.He says it exactly like a cashier telling me my card’s been declined, which is a voice I’m about a week away from hearing for real.He’s sitting on the end of our bed with his flannel buttoned all the way up and my mask on his face. On me, it’s a mask. On him, it’s about half of one, and he looks like a grizzly bear somebody dressed up for a bet.‘Look at him,’ my wolf says, absolutely thrilled. ‘The bear’s wearing our face.’This morning Mato kept his promise, so thoroughly that I passed out again afterward like somebody had shot me with a tranquilizer dart.After that I made the mistake of opening the page. Mom’s rent is due at the end of the week, and so far this month I’ve made enough to buy her a really nice card to apologize with.It’s never once been late, and I’m not having her open an overdue notice because I spent the month being happy. I haven’t posted in weeks. Every time I think about filming, I go and find Mato instead, which has bee
Mato“Unit one, dispatch is still waiting.”“Unit one is putting a stranger’s car down in a parking lot,” I tell him. “Dispatch can hold for two minutes.”“Dispatch is timing you.”The phone’s on speaker in my shirt pocket, so he hears all of it. The chains coming off, the bang when the wheels hit the gravel. The front end of that car is mostly in the back seat now.“One minute fifty,” Cody says, and that bored voice really shouldn’t be this hot. “Dispatch is unimpressed.”“That’s because dispatch has never unhooked a car with a hard-on.”He snorts so loudly the phone crackles.There’s nobody back here at this time of night but me and that car, and it’s in no state to tell anybody.I climb back into the cab, put my back against the driver’s door and extend my legs out along the bench with my boots by the passenger window. It’s the only way a man my size can stretch out in here.‘Drive home,’ my wolf says. ‘Right now. Break the speed limit. If the gate’s too slow, go through it. Dax ca
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
DaxThe wolf wants to turn around.He's wanted to turn around since I cleared the fence, and he isn't being quiet about it, because quiet isn't a thing he owns.He just keeps shoving the same word into the back of my skull like a toddler with a doorbell.Ours.Ours, ours, ours."He's a hunter," I t







