“You’re not in trouble; he is.” The cop’s gaze flicked down to the wolf, who growled louder at him. “Don’t take it personally. He’s the one we’re worried about, not you.”
I nodded, even though I was feeling guilty for getting Dax’s wolf in trouble.
The dried blood on his muzzle caught my eyes as I sat back down on the bench, though, and my guilt faded.
I definitely hadn’t asked him to hurt anyone.
Picking up my phone, I found a few texts in the pack’s group chat that Lizzy had forced someone to add me to a few months earlier.
She insisted that I was part of the pack, even though I knew I definitely wasn’t. I was kind of bitter about that, but tried to play it cool because I didn’t want her to realize it. And because honestly, werewolves were fascinating.
And because I wanted to find a mate, you know.
Apparently my plan had worked, though. It worked differently than I expected, but… it did work.
Ish.
I hadn’t expected to be mates with Dax, though. He wasn’t into me at all.
Scrolling through the group chat, I chewed my lip as I skimmed the messages. Lizzy had sent a text explaining what had happened at the restaurant to everyone. Everyone was shocked, and trying to come up with a way to get Dax’s wolf out of jail. But honestly, the wolf was pretty violent, so maybe jail was the best place for him right then.
Us, I mean.
Not him.
It’d be difficult to get used to being an, “us,” but I hoped I’d come around to it. This was what I’d wanted, after all.
I wasn’t ready to jump into the pack chat head first, even though I’d been a part of it for a while. So after muting that chat, I pulled up my messages with Lizzy.
Me: Is everyone okay? Did he kill anyone?
There was a pause, and then dots appeared, telling me she was texting.
Lizzy: No serious injuries. Everyone who was hurt has already healed.
Relief made my shoulders sag.
Lizzy: Did you feel anything for Dax before his wolf picked you? Any clues as to why it took so long? Any attraction?
I glanced over at the wolf and contemplated lying to her, but decided it wasn’t worth it.
Me: No. I thought he was cold and boring TBH. Attractive, but no more than any other werewolf dude. And he kept our relationship 1000% professional, so I know he wasn’t into me either.
Lizzy: Damn
Me: RIGHT
Lizzy: Elliot says it’s not that he wasn’t into you, it’s that he was respecting his mate by waiting for her, making sure not to get attached to anyone else.
I sent her an eye-rolling emoji.
Lizzy: Seriously. Can you imagine the mess if you guys were in love and he’d found out someone else was his mate?
Me: Someone else isn’t his mate, though. I am. And he didn’t even want to be friends
Lizzy: Werewolves don’t often do strong friendships outside their packs
Me: If he was into me, I’d be the exception