Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Eighty-Seven: Family

Ryan

I followed Jason and Tillie into the formal dining hall. It was the same space that we had talked to her father in earlier. I could tell that being in here made Tillie nervous from the way that she kept looking around the room, her shoulders down slightly like she was waiting for the boogyman to jump out at her. Tillie left the room, making the excuse of fixing up our plates. Jason had followed with Gideon hot on his heels.

When he had all entered the kitchen earlier, it had been pretty obvious that the table in there would have been a tight fit for all of us. Jason had suggested coming in here, but I wished that we could stay in the kitchen. There was just something about the space that felt right, like it was made for those moments together that the other room lacked.

The table, though, wasn’t big enough.

It was a small wooden table that looked well used and would be the perfect size for intimate dinners between Tillie and her parents. But not for all of us. We would have been crowded close together and though we wouldn’t mind it, if her parents showed up there would be no place to join us. The last thing we wanted to do was make them feel like we didn’t want them

around.

us as part of his family. I knew that Travis wanted

seem like she would be easy to love, much less like. It was his sister though, so I knew I was going to need to learn to get along with her for

how he acted; I knew that he already thought of Tillie and me as family. I had seen it in the way that he had protected her today, the way that he had

it was because he was Tillie’s. It had been hard for him to accept that he was going to have

harder for me to accept that she was taking another mate. I hadn’t wanted her to. I was already sharing her with my best friend and Travis. It had felt like too much, but when I had seen that spark of fire in her eyes when she

mate. I knew that I couldn’t tell her no, just like I couldn’t tell Travis and Jason that they couldn’t be with

feelings about it and I was going to make sure that he was safe. Because he was Tillie’s and at the end of the day, if he

looking at him now, I understood why she felt so drawn to

been just as gentle when I had seen him in the woods. The caregiver in me had known in that moment that he needed someone to take care of him. He wouldn’t have made it on his own, not with that beast on his trail. He was

I’d put myself in front of him. Blocking the smaller wolf

what it was like to turn feral, but