Alpha Instincts

Chapter 27

I gathered all of my books from my locker and slammed the door shut, almost having a heart attack when I saw Quinn leaning on the locker next to mine.

His lips lifted up into a smirk. "Scared you?"

My heart raced. I wasn't sure if it was because of the surprise or from simply seeing Quinn. "Just a little."

His eyes darted to the bag on my back. "Are you going home already?"

"I have a study period. I don't need to stay at school any longer."

"Perfect. I have a study period, too. You can come with me to my house. We can work on our project together."

I raised my eyebrows. "Why can't we just work on our project in the school library?"

Quinn glanced around to make sure no one was listening, and then whispered, "Because we need to talk about something...I've been having the same dream over and over again about werewolves. I want you to tell me what it means."

My eyebrows furrowed. "I hope you realise that just because I'm a werewolf doesn't mean I specialize in dream interpretation."

"Bina, I really need your help."

"I'd go if I could, but I'm grounded. I have to be home on time."

Quinn brightened. "That's okay. I only live a few minutes away. I can drive you back home by the time study period ends." He reached down and softly grabbed my hand, tugging me down the hallway. I was so comforted by the feel of his soft hand that I let him guide me through the masses of people piling into their next classes.

He kept his hand in mine as he pulled me through the parking lot to his car, opening the passenger door for me to climb in.

"You're being quite chivalrous today," I commented suspiciously.

Quinn closed the door and went around to the driver's side, starting the engine. He shot me a wink, "You'll find that when you know someone is a werewolf and could, potentially, kick your ass, you'll start to treat them better."

I laughed. "You're right. I could kick your ass."

Quinn gave me a sideways glance and smiled. "You could."

Quentin's house was considerably smaller than the pack house I was used to, although it was probably large by human size. The front porch wound around the back of the house, and it was double-story, big enough for about five bedrooms.

"This is a big house for only two people," I commented.

He laughed softly. "Mostly it's just me. My father's always away."

"Is he home now?"

"No," Quinn said, fishing out his house keys from his bag. "It's just us."

That sentence sent flutters into my stomach. I started imagining the kinds of things that could happen if I was left alone with Quinn, and then tried to block those thoughts out.

This is not a good idea, I repeated in my mind. This is not a good idea.

Quinn opened the door, and I hesitated.

He laughed at me. "My house isn't going to attack you."

Fine. Let him think the reason I didn't want to enter his house was because of safety precautions. No, it was because of a certain blue-eyed male.