Her Mate

Chapter thirty-seven

I really need to figure out a way to have a conversation on the phone without werewolves being able to hear it.

Linnea had hardly touched her coffee as she sat in silent staring straight ahead rubbing her thumb across the tips of her fingers as if sharpening her claws making me really start missing that bitchy attitude she had about thirty minutes ago.

I tried not to focus on it. Turns out that's not easy to do when you're the only one in easy reach.  My eyes would dart back to her then down to her hands again as I passed car after car. Glancing at the speedometer, I was doing a hundred and eight.

Thank the moon goddess, I wasn't the focus of her anger. Whoever jumped Greg had better be long gone or I fear what she'll do. It's not just alphas who are possessive of their mates.

"You're not planning on using those things are you? It sounds like he'll be fine once he gets his medication back in his system."

Her lips twitched as she took in what I said. I could see her eyes look towards me but her head stayed locked straight ahead.

"I don't understand how he could've got down there, or why? There's no reason he'd gone down there. He doesn't know anyone there." She answered in a harsh tone but more directed at herself, than me.

"Maybe he knew you'd be looking for him and-"

"Then I should've found him! I waited an hour or so before I went looking for him, not months! I don't get it! Scents don't disappear that quickly. And I don't believe he just decided to get drunk either. Greg doesn't like to drink. It's why I'm never worried about him showing up at The Wolf's Den. His dad was an alcoholic and use to beat up his mom when he was a kid. He usually avoids it."

Learning you were wrong about something as major as the existence of werewolves and vampires can do a lot for a person. Making them want a good strong drink was the least of them. Something told me I'd best keep this to myself for now and let Linnea ramble on in peace.

We made it into town in just over an hour. Good thing I had Nancy's Ford, mine would of blown up before we left Washington.

Linnea wasted no time rushing out which was understandable. I decided to hold back and wait outside for a minute and talk with Nancy who I was sure would soon join me.

This place was deader than The Valley. The sign coming in said the population was 208 and by the looks of it, I'd say that sign was about 200 off. There was a bunch of cars parked across the street at the docks but no doubt, they were all tourists, not local folks. Aside from that, there was a Trading Post that looked only a few years more modern than the one in an old western movie I watched last week, a tavern called Dirty Earnie's and aside from a few scattered homes and possibly a post office hiding somewhere, that was about it.

I watched Nancy come out of the room looking worn out herself fully dressed in a pair of jeans and burgundy studded blouse with tied sleeves. I couldn't help wonder where she got it as she had taken off from Linnea's place in wolf form.

"Isn't it obvious? I stole them.She answered my thoughts in a worn out voice.

I knew she hadn't been getting a full night's sleep since her altercation with Ashley and then having to run all the way here looking for Greg...

I pulled the examined the wound on her neck that still looked really gross like a big scab. It hadn't reopened like I feared, still I grazed my fingers over it to further confirm it. It's amazing how quickly she was healing.

"I was worried sick. If it had reopened-

"It didn't. And even if it did, it wouldn't of mattered. If it was you that had gone missing, I would've torn everything apart till I found you. Linnea's a pain in the ass but she doesn't deserve that. Plus Greg's a good guy."