My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"Have you talked to your wolf? How is she?" I ask as we warm ourselves by the fire.

"I haven't talked to her yet. She's there, I can feel her, but she's still locked away somewhere. How did yours come back so quickly?"

It didn't even cross my mind that it was a fast return for my wolf and the only thing she suggested was that Jena had more time with the poisons and other sedatives in her system than I did. Which I told Jena, but I have a feeling that it has something to do with my weird abilities. The same way my body encapsulated the silver in my scars. I don't mention that part though, because I can't explain it.

Through the night, Jena tries to sleep and I think she gets small pockets of real sleep right before she is torn from her dreams, or based on the screaming, her nightmares. But she always manages to scream for me and reach out for me, which means in her subconscious she trusts me even though we haven't been around each other for that long. I take a small comfort in that, but I can't bring myself to sleep. She needs me and I won't feel safe until I see my team here, then I can rest.

me sharing body heat. I managed to get a small fire going, but the area is

soon. This is a sound that I will forever associate with freedom. I take

all I hear in a split second between breaths. All the buzzing, chirping, rustling just stops. There's a predator near. The hair on the back of my neck and arms rise, my wolf on full

footstep press into the soft earth. It's coming from the path we walked up here. Someone is following our scent, but they are downwind so I can't tell if it's my team or one of Mike's minions. I move into a crouched position just in front of Jena, ready to strike my would-be attacker. Another step, I work to control my breathing and

Do. You. Want?"

a sign of surrender and I take a