Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Eight: His favorite redhead in the office

I drove until my heart wasn’t racing anymore, almost like my body was on autopilot, taking me onto the highway that led to my parent’s lake house.

When I came out of my shock, looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was close to four in the afternoon and I hoped that it would be a good time to call my boss. Reaching over to the passenger seat, I pulled my black and white overnight bag up so that I could reach the small pocket on the side. I pinched the gold zipper and gave it a tug, opening the pocket before blindly digging around for my phone as I kept my eyes on the road.

My fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the screen and I pulled the phone out, lifting it up and holding it against the steering wheel as I swiped my thumb across the screen. There were several missed calls and text messages from Travis, and one missed call from another number that I didn’t recognize.

Maybe it was Ryan or Jason?

It wasn’t like I wanted to talk to them either right now, but I liked the thought that they were calling me too. That all of them might be worried about me.

I pressed the icon on my screen, pulling up my contacts. Scrolling through the list until I found my boss’s name. I pressed the telephone symbol before pressing the speaker button. Sitting the phone into a cup holder in my center console, I listened to the ringing sound as I shot a prayer up to anyone who would listen that he would be okay with me taking some time off.

If he wasn’t, I may just tell him to fuck himself after the night I’d had. Tristian and I were friends, but I was already at a crazy point and I knew that we had enough people to cover my workload as small as it was and I had covered for him when he needed me to.

On the third ring, he answered, his voice groggy with sleep. “Hello?”

breath, “Hey Tristan, sorry to bother you

redhead in the office. I was just thinking about you.” Tristian said and I rolled my eyes.

only redhead in the

just a social call?” He asked and I worried my lower lip with my teeth.

I said, hoping that I wasn’t sharing too much with him. We

okay? Do you need help? Where are you?” He asked, and I could hear the rustle of fabric as he pulled

yesterday, it was like Jason, Ryan, and Travis had woken up something inside of me that craved their touch. Making me wonder if it was just something that was with them or how it would

the thought hit

“Matilda?”

I need to ask for a few days off?” I said, wincing at the way I stumbled

okay?” Tristian asked, worry was clear in his deep voice. Gone

with. This didn’t make me feel like I was thinking

that I was having to lie to him, but I felt like if I told him the truth, then he would know that Charity had told me what he was. I didn’t want to get my friend in trouble

a shifter prison if that was something that really existed. I would have to ask Charity when I texted

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