Savage Awakening (Alpha Pack #2)(74)

Was that a note of sadness in his voice? Or was it wishful thinking on her part?

"Hopefully it won't be too long. A few weeks at most." She touched his face, traced his lips. "I'll miss you, too."

"You'll probably forget all about me the second you get home, back to the force and the people you're devoted to protecting." His lips curved upward and he nibbled her fingers.

Staring into his beautiful green eyes, she knew that wasn't true. What good was that life, the job that used to mean so much, without this man in it? She'd take a few weeks, see if she felt the same longing to be with him.

"Don't count on that happening," she told him. "I could never forget. In fact, it's highly possible you really aren't getting rid of me."

"What... what do you mean?"

"I need to ask you something. Will you answer honestly?"

He shrugged, his gaze wary. "Sure."

"I've felt drawn to you. I've mentioned that before. Now that it's time to go, I feel like my insides are being twisted into a thousand knots, and it's because I'm leaving you. Does it... do you feel the same way?"

For several heartbeats, he stared at her bleakly. "No," he rasped. "I don't feel anything like that. I'm sorry."

"Oh." The word emerged as though she'd been punched. "I- Okay. Well. That was stupid of me, huh? Take care, Aric. I'll see you when I come back to visit my brother."

"All right. See you."

She slammed the door shut as soon as he stepped back, fired up the car, and pulled away. Started down the drive without looking back. After he disappeared from sight she let the tears flow. She didn't bother to wipe them away.

No way could she accept Nick's offer now. It would hurt too damned much to work with Aric.

With the man she'd somehow stupidly fallen in love with.

And there she had her answer, at a painful price. She loved him, and he didn't feel the same way. Thank God she hadn't made an even bigger idiot of herself by telling him.

The drive stretched ahead, long and lonely as the trip had been days before. When she'd started out, she never dreamed she'd find her brother alive and experience the greatest high because of it.

She also never imagined finding the one man she could love, here in Bumf*ck, Wyoming. And that she'd leave forever changed. Heartbroken.

L.A. loomed ahead, a smog-filled hostile sea of strangers where it had once been home.

The tears didn't stop coming for a long, long while.

Aric watched her go, and as the car was swallowed by the trees around the bend, he sank to his knees. Utter, complete devastation blasted through him, wave after wave of pain. More than he could stand.

His mate. He'd lied and hurt her, sent her away.

He'd never see her again. Not in this lifetime.

Sitting back on his heels, he threw his head back and shouted his anguish to the heavens. The shout became a howl as his limbs reshaped. Fur sprouted and his muzzle elongated. In seconds, the shift was complete.

He let his wolf out and ran. Oh, he'd come back. He'd made his brothers a promise, and he'd keep it.

But they'd find out soon enough that he'd only come home to die.

Rowan sat at her tiny dining table and sorted through the mail. Wasn't much, which was sort of surprising, since it seemed she'd been gone a year.

Bill. Crap. Crap. Bill.

The usual. It took her all of ten minutes to look through and organize the envelopes into what to shred and what was important. The plants were next, though they weren't doing too bad, just a little droopy. Then she tidied the living room, fixed herself a Lean Cuisine, which took all of fifteen minutes to consume, and that was stretching it.

And yeah, the walls were closing in. L.A. was definitely not the Shoshone National Forest, with its majestic mountains and thick trees.

Sluaghs, too. Don't forget those.

Well, here in the city they had shit that was just as bad. She'd like to see one of Malik's pets go up against the East Side Lobos. Now that would be worth the price of admission.

Antsy, she reached into her purse and extracted her cell phone to charge it, since she hadn't really used it in days. That's when she finally thought to check her messages, and found she had three from Dean. Damn, she'd forgotten all about him and he was probably dying of curiosity, not to mention worried that she hadn't bothered to check in.

After making sure she had enough charge left, she speed-dialed her friend. He answered on the third ring, his attitude typical Dean.

"It's about f**king time. I was starting to think you'd been eaten by a goddamned Yeti."

"Wrong mountains." Buddy, you'd never believe what we really ran into. "As you can see, or rather hear, I'm fine."

"Are you home?"

"Safe and sound. Got in a couple of hours ago."

"I'm coming over. Got any beer?"

"I'm tired, Dean. Drove for a day and a half to get here."

"I won't stay long. I just want the story. I assume there is one."

She sighed. "There is. Bring the beer. I'm all out."

"Gotcha. One hour, tops."

Saying good-bye, she hung up and settled onto the sofa to wait. She must've fallen asleep, because she'd just started across a clearing toward a beautiful red wolf she was desperate to reach when a pounding shattered the wisp of a dream and she jerked upright.