Chapter 9
I was starting to understand werewolves, so Ryder’s reaction didn’t surprise me. He drew me back into our hug without asking this time. Soothed my wolf—and my scent, I realized—back to serenity. Then he agreed to my request.
“Sure, if that’s what you want.”
The shrill honk of a car horn disrupted an embrace that I could have stayed in forever. Ryder squeezed me tighter for one split second, then let me go. “Duty calls.” Over my head, he addressed the other inhabitants of the kitchen. “Pack some clothes for Skye. And food. Lots of food.”
“Inappr—” Ember met my gaze and swallowed the rest of the word. “Not a problem.”
“I’ll stall them.” Ryder tapped me on the head with his fist, just like he had in that vision. Light. Friendly. His grin swallowed me up.
Then he was gone and E
