Craving Tori: White Timber Pack(4)

We both begin walking towards the exit of the living room. Once we’re out in the hallway near the front door, we both yell, “Good night.” Then we hear them hollering it back to us before we’re out the door and walking towards the car.

“You ready, my lady,” he says, opening the car door. I bite my lip and nod my head. He groans deep in his throat.

He shuts the door after I get in and sit. He runs around the car and opens the door, hopping in. He looks over at me and grins.

“I wasn’t lying. You look amazing. So beautiful,” his voice sincere. “And all mine,” he adds. My cheeks warm as the blush spreads across them.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

I take a good look at my mate, and admire how handsome he is in his suit. He looks great. “You look really nice, too,” I mention. Ryan turns his head my way and smirks. He backs out of the driveway and pulls onto the road.

“Where are we going for supper?” I try to pry, but he just shakes his head, chuckling at me.

I cross my arms and pout. Ryan snickers under his breath.

“It’s a surprise, you’ll see once we get there.”

That’s all I get out of him, he won’t tell me. I just hope what I’m wearing isn’t too much for the restaurant. I shift in my seat some, trying to figure out if I should ask if I’m overdressed.

“What I’m wearing is fine for the restaurant?” I ask. He nods his head.

“Yes, what you're wearing is perfect.”

Well, I guess I’ll take his word for it.





The restaurant is amazing. The candles on top of the tables are a nice touch, so romantic. I didn’t know Ryan was the whole candlelight romantic type. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper, looking at our little table, the bright burning candles in the middle. I look up at Ryan and he smiles, his pearly whites flashing my way.

“I want to woo you,” he purrs. I look at him puzzled. Did he just say ‘woo me’?

“Woo me?” I ask confused.

He chuckles, nodding his head. “Yes, woo. That’s what my kind does when our mate isn’t a shifter. We need to woo you with our charms. It’s different when the mate is a shifter they both know right off the bat,” he replies softly.

I can’t help feeling uneasy about the fact I’m not a shifter. Does it bother him? Why am I doubting myself now?

“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you that... I’m not a shifter?” I stutter, worried he’ll finally wake up and decide to have a nice female wolf instead of me, a plain human.

He reaches, putting his hand out for me to take hold of. I’m hesitant for a second before placing my hand in his. He stares at me with such love shining in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t change you for any she-wolf in the world, Tori. You’re it for me. You're my mate.” His voice is firm and steady as he speaks. A smile spreads across my face.

I feel like something’s off and I don’t know what it is. My hand tenses a little in his. I look up at Ryan and his face is masked with concern.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

I shrug my shoulders while my eyes survey the restaurant. Searching for something, but not sure what, and coming up empty handed in the end.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice filled with concern. My eyes swing up to his and I bite my lip.

“I don’t know,” I mumble. I look around again quickly, and Ryan does the same.

“I just feel like someone is watching us,” I add. Ryan’s face goes rigid, his nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air lightly.

Ryan frowns. “I don’t smell anyone besides the waiters and waitress in here. There’s an elderly couple in the corner but that’s it.” He assures me but it doesn’t ease my worry. I just nod my head. I’m probably overreacting, it’s nothing, I tell myself.

The waitress comes walking back out and brings us our food. She openly stares at Ryan. My face heats, pissed at the fact that we’re on a date and she’s standing there staring at my mate in front of me. A tiny growl of annoyance escapes my mouth. The waitress blushes from being caught and turns around, leaving the table quickly. My head snaps up because I can feel his eyes on me. Ryan’s grinning.

“Tori, are you jealous?” he asks teasingly.

My jealously getting the better of me, I snap, “How would you feel if our waiter was staring at me openly in front of you like that?” I hiss.

Ryan’s eyes go wide. “Woah, I didn’t mean anything by it. It has nothing to do with the waitress. It’s something else that’s bothering you. What is it?”

I sigh, hanging my head. “I just don’t like the fact that she was pretty much drooling over you in front of me. And I can’t seem to shake the feeling that someone is watching us.”

“You know, I’ll protect you with my life,” he mentions.

I nod because I know he will.

“I know,” I whisper.



We enjoyed the rest of supper, the dessert was phenomenal. It was chocolate devil’s food cake. It was to die for, it was so rich and creamy. There wasn’t a crumb left on the plate.

“You ready?” Ryan asks. He stands up and takes his wallet out of his pocket and tosses some cash on the table for the bill then comes around to the side of me, holding his hand out for me. I can’t wait to get home.