14
RAND
I drove out to my brother’s place when Natalie left for work at Cody’s. I’d wanted to follow her into town, of course, but she’d gotten in my face about acting so possessive and sitting guard at the bar. Again.
“You want me to forget about your wolf?” She’d poked a slender finger against my chest. “Stop acting crazy.”
She called it crazy, I called it being her mate. She might be going to do her job, but it was mine to keep her safe.
“Fine,” I’d grumbled, completely not fine. “But I’m coming down at closing time to make sure you get safely home.”
She’d rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.
Now, as I drove up to Clint’s and Becky’s place, my wolf gnawed at me to get to that bar and make sure she knew I was still staking my claim. My mark wasn’t on her neck. My scent wasn’t on her.
