All Chapters of How to Catch a Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Krav She pointed to the edge of the cave. “Sometimes the tunnels glow. They said if I saw it I should run toward the water.” “You didn’t see the lights tonight.” She shook her head. “No.” “Did you see anyone else.” “No.” I studied the bodies without moving them. Torn throats. The bite marks were wrong. Not a clean predators doing. The edges were ragged. Something pulled. I leaned in closer. No defensive marks on the forearms. No scrapes on the hands. No kicking damage. They either didn’t fight or couldn’t. I stood. I checked the mouth of the cave. Shallow scuffs in the dust. More than one. Not fox steps. Boots. Size medium. Two sets at least. In and out. No prints on the rock. They knew where to step. They’d been here before or they were careful. I walked back to Olana. “I’m going to stand near the entrance. You stay with them. I’ll keep my eyes on the door. No one comes in.” She looked at my hands. “You’re shaking.” “I’m cold,” I said. It wasn’t true, but I wasn’t giving he

Krav Ellan checked his messages. “No one is missing. We’ll run the full roll. If there’s no one, we place her in the Tower for now. I’ll take responsibility.” He set the phone down. “Evidence first. Then we'll have to let the press know.” “Press hears nothing,” I said. “Correct,” Ellan said. Haden rubbed the back of his neck. “We need to set a quiet ring around this area. If the killers come back, they’ll come back to watch. They always do.” I nodded. “Two up-line. Two down. No uniforms. No chatter.” Ellan tapped the order out. “Done.” I moved to the sink and ran cold water over my hands. They shook more than I wanted. Haden watched me. “You want to say something, say it.” “About what,” I asked. “You know what.” I dried my hands. “No.” He stared at me. “You’re pissed about New York.” “I’m working,” I said. He didn’t stop. “I know how that feels. Wanting something you can’t control. Thinking control will make you feel better.” “Stop talking about her,” I s

Ashlyn Nope,” he said, grin stretching. “Just drunk off their asses, probably dancing with humans.” I turned on my heel and stormed down the hall. Mira scrambled to follow, still gasping with laughter. “Shut up,” I muttered. “You should’ve seen your face,” she wheezed. “All serious, crime in you head, and it turns out they’re at a rave.” “I hate this place,” I said flatly. “You love it.” I ignored her..... Of course Mira wouldn’t let it go. By the time we got outside, she was still giggling, wiping at her eyes like she’d watched the funniest movie of her life. “Glow-in-the-dark war paint,” she said between laughs. “Can you imagine?” “I’m imagining ripping their ears off when they stumble back in.” “Better idea,” Mira said, eyes bright. “We show up at the rave.” I stopped dead. “What?” “Think about it. They’re wolves. Drunk wolves at a human party. They’re going to slip. Somebody’s going to notice. Better we find them before they shift on the dance floor.” I pinche

Ashlyn At noon, we stopped for ten minutes. Water. Bread. Cheese. No sitting. Stan stared at the sky like it had personally wronged him. “We still going?” “Yes,” I said. “When does this end?” “When I say.” He shut his mouth. We moved to storage. “Inventory,” I said. “Count. Don’t guess. If you guess, I make you recount.” Ayla took cleaning supplies and rattled off numbers like she’d done it a hundred times. Caren took med wraps and did it slower but clean. Darth took tools and lost count twice before starting over without swearing. Stan had dry goods and tried to round up. I pointed to the sheet. “Exact.” He sighed and started again. At two, we rotated back to the pups for a second play block. The kids were less wild this time. The four were slower too, but they didn’t drag their feet. They set up a relay. They let the littles win. They caught a near-fall without making a scene. One of the mothers came by and handed Caren a bottle. “He won’t drink for anyone,” she said, no

Krav I rolled us, pulled her on top, let her run it. She did with a smile that had too much satisfaction in it. She set the pace, put her palms on my chest, and took what she wanted with a focus that punched all the air out of me. She didn’t rush. She watched my face and chased the exact thing that made me lose the last scrap of control. When she found it, she rode it, and when I gripped her hips so tight I knew she’d feel it tomorrow, she only leaned in, kissed me hard, and told me not to stop. The dream stretched and tightened and broke again. I lost the thread of where the river ended and we began. I didn’t care. I marked her shoulder with my teeth. She marked my neck with hers. When it was too much, we slowed. When slowing hurt, we moved again. Simple math. No witnesses. No lies. When we finally stilled, she lay on my chest and listened to my heart like she was testing if it would even out. It didn’t for a while. Her hair stuck to my skin. My hands found the shape of her back a