Good. That eases my mind a little.
Because it seemed important, he added, I want you to know how grateful I am for your refuge and for putting me up during the day.
She tilted her head. You’re welcome.
He offered a smile, but continued with telepathy. I wasn’t sure if I said as much last night. I meant to. I appreciate what you’ve done, your role at the station. Everything. Once at your room, well, we got going pretty fast.
We did, didn’t we? She even chuckled. And you’re welcome. It’s the least I could do. And, you did thank me.
I did? Right, I guess I did. You saved so many lives last night. You were incredible.
Least I could do for you and for the men who serve on the Border Patrol.
Her generous attitude never ceased to amaze him. He liked this woman and what she stood for. He also knew she was holding back as much as he was. He had a powerful sense that if he walked away right now, she wouldn’t offer a single protest. She knew the score.
He recalled his own determination to separate from her as soon as possible. For a moment, however, he didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. He’d savored his time with her in bed. Whatever this was between them, it was beyond exceptional. Did he really want it to end?
The bigger question, however, hit him hard. Did it really matter what he wanted when so much was at stake?
He knew the score as well and the answer was ‘no’.
Later, when he called Fergus, he asked him to come to the refuge but to continue keeping its existence a secret. He’d set a strategy with his fellow alpha to start a counter-offensive against Julio and whatever force backed him in his attempt to take over Savage. Fergus also let him know that Mary wanted to help with her dreamglide anytime she was needed.
“Can’t think of a better form of surveillance. Tell Mary, thank you.”
“You bet.”
Mary was able to form a powerful fae conveyance called a dreamglide. It was created when she was in a deeply meditative state and she could pilot it anywhere she wanted without usually being detected. Though a powerful witch or wizard could sometimes hone in on a dreamglide, for the most part it was a hidden phenomenon. From that vantage, she could see everything.
When the time was set, Warren would have ended the call, but Fergus stopped him. “Gotta know, bro. Did you do the deed? What was Kiara like?”
Warren felt his wolf bristle and a sudden line of fur erupted down the length of his back. He stood in the foyer where several of the rescue wolves clustered in small groups chatting quietly.
He hadn’t yet responded to Fergus’s question, but his swift change in demeanor h
ad telegraphed through the room and brought every voice silent.
He mentally cursed. He needed to get somewhere private to set Fergus straight. He headed back toward Kiara’s apartment. Once in the hallway, however, he cursed again. Her protection spell was in place and he couldn’t see the damn door.
“You still there?” Fergus asked. “What the hell, Warren. I can feel your rage through the phone. Why are you mad, no enraged? Wait. Oh, shit. She’s the one, isn’t she? Dammit, Mary was right. Again.”
Warren stood staring at a stone wall that suddenly disappeared and became an open doorway. Kiara was there, smiling at him, a goddess, her brown eyes large and beckoning.
“I have to go.” He’d moved from sudden inexplicable rage that Fergus had asked about sex with Kiara to an overwhelming need to be with her again.
“See you in ten,” Fergus said.
“In ten.” He slipped his phone into his leathers.
“What’s going on?” Kiara asked. “And what’s with the wolf? Not that I’m complaining. I find it ridiculously sexy and you smell fantastic: Wolf and storm.” She made a soft, cooing sound.
His wolf was at the fore so there wasn’t anything he could do but cross the threshold and drag her into his arms. She gave a startled cry then slung her arms around his neck as he kissed her hard. He kept kissing her, too.
When he drew back, he caressed her face. She fingered the fur that had risen along the line of his cheeks.
Yeah, it would be so simple to walk away.
“This will pass.” His voice was hoarse. Was he trying to reassure himself or her? Before she could say anything else, he kissed her again.