Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Twenty-Two: Bigger than a wolf’s

Pulling my shorts up, I stood up from Ryan’s bed. I grabbed my shirt from off of the chair that sat against the far wall with a perfect view of the bed. I used the white cotton to clean the cum off of me before tossing it into the white plastic hamper beside his closed closet door.

Picking my phone up, I tried to call Tillie but the phone went straight to voicemail and I let out a growl. Fuck, double fuck. I swiped my thumb over the red icon, ending the call before shoving my phone into the pocket of my shorts.

I didn’t bother putting on a clean shirt, instead, I rushed over to the door. Grasping the gold doorknob, I gave it a twist and pulled it open. Letting it fall closed behind me as I all but ran to Jason’s office. I still hoped they were in there.

Normally, I loved the hunt. I craved it, but right now I was worried about Tillie’s safety. I jogged down the steps, trying to remind myself that she was tucked away in her bed, safe and sound. But shifters could still go into wherever she was, it wasn’t like she would know how to do a warding if she needed to. Or if she would be able to handle herself in a fight against a creature like us.

She was only human and while she may not have known about shifters like us before. Tillie knew now and we had marked her with our claims and our scents. If anyone were looking to test us or to try to hurt Jason, they would go after our mate.

If Tillie was in another shifter’s territory, she wouldn’t know that she was in danger. That though she was human, she would be viewed as a threat. I need to find her, to protect her from what was out there. To make sure that no one could use her to hurt my alpha.

Fuck

wasn’t in there. The glow of his computer screen was the only thing illuminating his office, filling the room with the bright light. His and Ryan’s scents still hung in the air, so they hadn’t been gone too

was opened up to a picture of her sitting on a dock, her toes in the water making its surface ripple as she wiggled her toes. She was clad in a two-piece bathing suit that showed off was too much of her pretty pale skin. Freckles were dusted over the tops

her, she looked like an older version of my mate. Her much darker hair was pulled back into a braid that hung over her shoulder. Her smile was wide as they both smiled at the

times that I had seen her before but seeing her like this with no makeup in a little bathing suit that I wanted to peel off with my teeth. Man, she was a

head, I pulled myself back to focus. I could eye fuck

eyes over the picture, I noticed a tree in the background. It was a large willow tree, its thin wispy branches seemed to sway in the breeze. But I could see the trunk of the tree and a marking that made my blood run cold. Deep gouges marked up the tree and above that was a paw print painted onto the bark in a deep shade

print. Long claws had gouged those marks into the bark of the willow tree a very long time ago. It was a warning to others, a marking

mate was in another

out of my pocket as I made my way out of his office. Trying to call Tillie again

happened to my

again as I let the bond I shared with Ryan open up. Using it to help me find my other mate, I made my way towards the kitchen to the backdoor of the pack house. Slipping