All Chapters of Knotting the Hunter: Chapter 361 - Chapter 367

Cody“Sloane’s at the gate,” Mato says, the second I pick up. “She’s asking for you. Dax and Noah are already down there, and I’m about two minutes out.”I’m curled up on Mato’s couch with a cereal bowl balanced on my knee, and the spoon freezes in midair.Of course she found the Reserve. It couldn’t have been all that difficult once she had Mato’s name and started asking around town where he lives.I would have liked a few more days of pretending she wouldn’t come looking here.She has no idea there’s a werewolf pack living here, but it would be so much better for everyone if she wasn’t hanging around.“You don’t have to come down,” Mato says. “Dax can send her away, or I can. If you do come, I’m not leaving your side for a second.”He’s not bossing me around. He’s laying out my choices, and whichever one I pick, he’s in. God, I love this man.“I’m coming,” I tell him.“Okay. I’ll see you there.”I put the cereal on the floor and go hunting for my coat and boots.Staying in here woul

Cody“Thanks, Mom,” I say.It comes out warm and polite, exactly like the guy on the podcast, and I’m smiling so hard at Mato’s shirt that my cheeks ache.“Have you eaten yet?”“Just about to.” The beef’s stone cold in the pan by now and nowhere near done. “Love you. I’ll call you tomorrow.”“Love you too!”I hang up before she can say anything else nice to me.I reach up, shove my phone in the cutlery drawer myself and slam it shut so hard it rattles.My face is still doing the smile. I make it stop.Mato hasn’t moved. His hands are on my hips, and he’s watching me like I’m a stretch of road he’s pretty sure has black ice on it.“Don’t,” I tell him, the second he opens his mouth. “Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay.”“I wasn’t. I was going to say you need sustenance. You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast except half a block of cheddar.”“Cheddar’s a food group.”“Not in this house, it isn’t.”“If the next word out of your mouth is dinner, I’m moving back onto your couch.”He thin

Cody“Lift with your knees,” the driver tells me, while he lifts nothing with anything.His name’s Gord, it says so on his jacket, and he’s been leaning on the back of his moving truck all morning telling everybody about his lower back.He’s got a disc that slips if he looks at a couch too hard. He gets paid by the hour, and the puck drops at seven, so we better be done before then.“Rafe said he has guys that will do the unloading,” Gord says.“We’re the guys,” Finn tells him, jogging down the ramp with a box under each arm, the happiest man in Northern Ontario.First thing this morning Rafe posted in the pack chat. Moving day! Truck’s at the gate at nine. Bring gloves. Smoked brisket sandwiches for everyone who helps.Nobody replied and he didn’t follow up with anyone directly, he just assumed. A whole bunch of wolves showed up anyway, because he’s funny, he flirts with grandmothers, and he’s promised to feed them.Now there’s a moving truck from town parked in the street, and a hum

Cody“Hi! Sorry, I know it’s early. Is this okay?”Sloane’s voice comes out of Rafe’s phone all bright and bubbly, like she’s calling to tell him he’s won a cruise.“For you? Sure,” Rafe says.Under my right hand, Mato’s stomach tenses. He’s stopped chewing.“I keep thinking about what you told me the other night,” Sloane says. “That Cody’s been crazy about Mato for years? Do you know how many?”Rafe told Sloane fucking Tremblay that I’ve been in love with Mato for years.He glances at the two of us, at my hands up Mato’s shirt, and he doesn’t look even slightly guilty. He looks like he’s just been caught being popular.“Can I call you back on that one? I’m at work.”“Absolutely! And think about the sit-down, okay? I’d love to get you on tape. Honestly, you’re the only person out there who’ll even say hi to me.”“Talk soon,” he says, and hangs up smiling.“How does Sloane have your number?” I ask.“I gave it to her.” Rafe slides the phone back into his coat. “After I heard your old bo