TWO
Jail didn’t smellas bad as I thought it would.
Dax’s wolf and I were led into a small, square holding cell, with three walled-in sides and one side that was made of bars, so we could see out. While the wolf kept growling at people, he didn’t make any move to attack anyone.
That seemed like a good sign to me, too. Maybe he was chilling out.
I sat down on the concrete bench, my back meeting the stone wall. Dax’s wolf sat on the floor beside my feet, lifting his head up to rest on my thigh.
I thought I would love having a wolf hanging around me, but… I didn’t know what to do with him, to be honest.
Should I talk to him like he was a person?
Human Dax could hear me, I knew. But this version of him wasn’t human; he was a wolf.
Usually when Lizzy had shifted, she’d do so in the forest, so I never spent more than a few minutes around her wolf. The only one I’d ever really spent time with was Evan, and he was just a tiny little squirt.
So how did one act around a wolf?
I stuck my hand in my pocket, looking for my phone, and swore under my breath when I remembered that it was still back in phone-jail.
Damn phone-jail.
A groan escaped me, and the back of my head hit the wall.
My eyes lingered on Dax’s wolf, though.
Honestly, I didn’t want to acknowledge the few feelings I had toward the man within the wolf, because they weren’t all that great. He was quiet, and aloof. Didn’t smile. Looked like he’d rather be anywhere else every time we saw each other. Definitely not attracted to me.
I couldn’t let those facts ruin my excitement about finding a fated mate though, right?
I had a werewolf mate; an instant husband, or best friend at least.
Right?
Doubt niggled at my gut, but a cop I hadn’t seen yet interrupted my stress session.
“Your friends brought you these.” He held two phones through the bars.
I blinked.
One was mine—I could see half of the adorable bookish phone case I’d bought off Etsy last month.
The other?
Dax’s, I had to assume.
“Do you want them?” the guy checked.
Right.
He was still there.
“Yep, sorry.” I stumbled away from Dax’s wolf, who growled at me as I crossed the tiny cell to take the phones. “I’m surprised you brought them to me—you know, since I’m in trouble,” I said quickly.
Shit, I sounded like an idiot.
I was not cut out for actual jail, despite all of my phone-jail experience.