Chapter 2
Silas
The woman stares at me all wide-eyed and mouth agape like I’m an alien.
“Do I need to ask the question again?” My patience is thin as it is. I don’t need this human I’m trying to rescue to add to it.
“N-no.” The woman shakes her head. Is she scared of me? Her left hand darts to the door, and she rolls the window down slowly. “You’re not wearing clothes.”
Ah, right.
“You do know what I am, right?”
“A mix between an asshole and a werewolf.”
I choke back a laugh. It’s not often I get a straight answer. People are often too worried about hurting my feelings.
“In the flesh,” I say.
“Are all wolves naked when they, um, shift?” Her tone is wobbly as she tries to find the right word to use. She moves forward to see the rest of me, not hiding her gaze as it travels down my body. “It’s nice though.”
“Nice?”
“Yeah, nice. Pleasant to look at.”
“Are you like this with everyone you meet for the first time?”
She winks. “Just you, pretty boy.”
Brat.
Who is this woman? She’s different than other human women I’ve met.
And I don’t mean that cliché bullshit, but she is.
Most humans are shy, quiet, or submissive around a wolf, especially an Alpha.
But her? The opposite. I can’t figure out why, but when our eyes meet, my gut twists like there’s something I should know about her.
But there’s nothing.
She’s just a human. An extremely gorgeous human, albeit that.
She has dark brown hair with curls tamed by a red hat that reads “Forever June.” My gaze sticks on her eyes.
They are blue, a light blue, and it reminds me of the sky on a cool winter afternoon after a blissful snowfall.
When I’m finally able to tear my gaze away, I’m then stuck at her very fuckable red lips—
“Are you going to keep… What did you say before? Eye-Fucking?” She smirks and pauses for a beat, letting her stare drag over my torso once more. “Yeah, that was it. Are you going to keep eye-fucking me, or can I open the door?”
I bite back a snarl. Talking to a wolf, let alone an Alpha, with that tone isn’t advised. Luckily, before I’m able to say something I’d regret, the rumble of a four-wheeler alerts me that more help is close by.
I cross my arms and meet the woman’s gaze. “One of my seconds is almost here. We will get on the vehicle, and you’ll come with me back to our camp until the snow is cleared.”
Her brows knit together. “I’m not… I’m not going with you.”
“Yes, you are.”
She shakes her head.
“Do you have something against werewolves, human?”
“How do you know I’m human?”
I tap the side of my nose.
“Ah.” Her gaze lingers on my face, and it’s bothering me that I can’t get a read on her.
Before she can say anything else, Jake arrives and it looks like he wrangled my other second, Fran, into coming too.
“Fran. Jake. I didn’t expect both of you,” I say as they hop off their respective four-wheelers, standing in front of the woman’s window.
Fran ignores my comment and raises her brow. “Who’s the girl?”
“She’s—”
“I’m Junie,” the woman yells. “Can you tell your boss man that I’m fine to wait here?”
Fran laughs. “Boss man?”
“Don’t fuel her fire.”
Jake throws a set of clothes my way. “Here, boss man, why don’t you cover up in front of the gorgeous lady?” He winks at Junie. My wolf threatens to growl.
Why? We don’t know her.
“I like him,” Junie says. “Do you want a pastry? I baked them myself.”
Jake runs over to the car, practically pushing me out of the way to get to the baked goods. I turn to see that she has a box. A box that’s packed with various pastries.
“You’re officially the best person we’ve ever rescued,” Jake mumbles as he shoves something buttery into his mouth. Fran is no better than him. Junie offers her one, and she takes two.
I’m the odd man out.
“Where’s mine?” I ask.
Junie shrugs. “I didn’t want to ruin your abs.”
“Give me one.”
“Mm, no.”
“Junie.”
“Wolf.”
I have to bite my bottom lip to hold back a smirk. This girl is going to be trouble, even if she’s only in our camp until the snow passes.
“The name is Silas.”