8
WADE
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered as Landry pulled my truck onto the dirt road leading back to my cabin. He’d gotten to the truck first and climbed behind the wheel, and I hadn’t argued. He outranked me in the pack. If he wanted to drive, I had no beef with that.
John Randolph’s Fish and Game vehicle was bouncing down the one-lane road toward us.
I knew Landry was feeling the weight of acting alpha like he’d never felt it before, and in this instance, it was heavily at odds with our need to claim our mate.
It seemed we couldn’t catch a break.
Landry drove off on the side of the road to make room for John to pass.
Of course, he didn’t. John pulled up alongside and rolled down his window, gaping at Caitlyn sitting between the two of us like a driver taking in a car acci
