Resisting the Moon (Royal Shifters #2)(28)

“Really? That’s weird. Maybe he just looks like someone you know.”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Do you think he’s not her true mate?” she asked.

“I don’t know, but we’ll see.” I tapped on another apartment link and grinned from ear to ear. “Got it.”

Tyla jumped out of bed and I showed it to her. Her eyes lit up. “You’re right, that’s it. Where’s it at?”

I clicked on the directions and a map appeared. “Thirty minutes away.” She rushed to get dressed and I couldn’t help but watch her bounce around. After months of nothing but torture, she was finally mine. Shaking her head, she burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Torture? Really?” She zipped up her jeans and waltzed over, grabbing my shoulders as she straddled my lap.

I cupped her ass and squeezed. “It was torture, just like you’re doing to me now.” My cock ached from her rubbing against it. I wanted nothing more than to tear into her, but we couldn’t, and she knew it. “We have to go,” I told her.

She nodded. “I know. I’m just ready to figure all this shit out so we can go home.”

“You’re not the only one.” I smacked her ass and she got up to finish getting dressed. Once she was ready, we were on our way out the door.

“What do you think we’ll find when we get there?” she asked.

My first thought was Jaret’s dead body, but I had to stay positive. “Don’t know. I guess we’ll find out.”

The drive didn’t take long and when we pulled in, I didn’t sense any other wolves around. But with the magic they were using, who knew anymore. They could be there and we wouldn’t know it. I parked the car and we both got out.

“Our best bet is to walk around and see if we can catch Amelie’s scent,” I suggested.

Tyla slung her purse over her shoulder and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go.”

The building wasn’t tall, but it was three levels and spanned five acres. I couldn’t find Amelie’s scent on the first or second levels. However, when we got to the top, I picked it up.

“We’re close. Her scent is faint, but it’s there. Two doors down.” Tyla took off for the door and looked in the apartment window. There were no curtains barring us from seeing inside, but it was empty—a dead end.

“I got his scent too, but it’s faint, just like Amelie’s.”

Tyla’s eyes went wide. “I can barely scent her. Must be nice to be a royal.”

“You’ll be one soon,” I thought.

A small smile splayed across her lips. “How long do you think the place has been empty?”

“Two weeks, maybe?”

“I don’t get it. It’s like everything is being erased just to f*ck with us,” she griped. I could feel her frustration and the desperation to get her cousin back.

Putting my arm around her, I pulled her into my side. “It’s standard procedure to clean the carpets and paint the walls before another tenant moves in, love. We just didn’t know in time.”

“Why do you think Jaret moved?”

“There are an infinite possibilities of reasons why he left.” An idea sparked in my mind. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her down the hallway.

“What are you doing?”

“I have an idea.”



“You are absolutely brilliant,” Tyla gushed.

Smiling, I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m willing to try anything.”

We’d grabbed a bite to eat while we waited on the apartment manager to give us a tour of the place. The snow had started to fall again, but we sat outside by the pond. There were others who pulled in and looked at us like we were crazy, sitting outside with no jackets on, but the cold didn’t bother us. I could lie down in a bed of snow and never get frostbite. It was one of the many joys of being an Arctic wolf. I missed being in the icy regions of Canada where I was born. One day, I’d take Tyla there so she could see where I came from.

“Why didn’t you tell me you missed home?” she asked.

I chuckled. “Prying in my mind again?”

She nudged me in the side. “Just looking out for you. But I’d love to go to Canada some day. I’ve never been up that way.”

“You’d love it. I still own a bunch of property up there. My parents left it all to me and my brothers.”

“Wow. I guess all your money came from them then? You haven’t had a job since you moved to Wyoming.”

“How do you know?” I asked, watching her blush. “Were you watching me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’ll admit I was curious, and may have asked around.”

“Why didn’t you ask me? We were friends.”

She shrugged. “I guess I didn’t want you to know I was interested. Didn’t think you’d care.”

“That’s what you get for assuming. Now what do you want to know? You can ask me anything.”

She giggled. “You probably shouldn’t have said that. I might take you up on it. But in all seriousness, where does your money come from? If I’m going to be your mate, I need to know this stuff.”