can easily take out the rebels.”
Caim turned to him . “No, we are leaving.”
He had briefly considered the idea of taking out the pack. If they were divided and leaderless, they would be easy prey. But how long would it take them to besiege their den? It was precious time that would be better spent moving the pack to a safer location.
Asch shook his head. “I just don’t think running is the right move,” he said. “I’m surprised you don’t want to fight for once.”
“We’re leaving,” Caim repeated, crossing his arms over his chest.“The small den past the lake. We will leave tonight.”
It was a strange side of the debate to be on, but just hours before, Asch had told Caim that he needed to be more responsible and put his mate first. He was not going to send half of his pack away to deal with another pack’s problems, potentially drawing fire from soldiers in the process. Not feeling that he had to explain himself though, he locked his jaw and fixed Asch with an obstinate look.
Before they could come to any resolution, their attention was drawn to the doorway . The sound of footsteps was accompanied by the scent of his mate and one of her companions. Her head appeared, peeking from around the corner. Realizing she had the attention of the room, she colored slightly.
“Hi,” she said, giving a small wave before stepping into the room. The other f emale, Brae, caught up with her.
“Mila, we should go eat,” Brae said, taking her by the arm. She tried to tug his mate from the room, but she shrugged Brae off.
“I want to know what’s going on,” she said, looking between Asch and Caim.
Asch straightened his back and walked over to her, hooking an arm around her waist. “We’re still trying to get everything figured out,” he said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Why don’t you go relax and we’ll talk about it later?”
She looked up at him and smiled, her brown eyes full of warmth. Caim felt his jaw tighten as a vague jealousy smoldered in his gut. She should be looking at him that way. He was the one that was advocating for her health and safety.
She pressed a hand to Asch’s chest. “I’ll be able to relax once I know what’s going on.” She glanced around the room. “You all look tense. What happened with Blackthorn?”
With obvious reluctance, Asch explained the circumstances surrounding Blackthorn, glossing over several key details, namely the number of humans that had been killed, and the fact that military involvement was very likely.
While Asch spoke, Caim’s eyes roamed over his mate’s body. Much like maps, clothing was another human convention that he had never favored, though he found that this was more of a situational dislike. He did not like clothing when he was forced to wear it; he still disliked his mate wearing clothing to bed, as he needed to feel her smooth flesh against his own.
But during the night , as she moved about the den, Caim enjoyed seeing her clothed. Not just because it hid her body from the eyes of other males, but also because of the way the clothing played against his favorite curves. Now, in particular, her tight shirt hugged the swell of her breasts. His eyes were drawn to her nipples, which had been drawn to stiff peaks by the chilled air. Caim was so wrapped up in thoughts of his mate’s body, that he almost missed the shift in the conversation.
“Really?” his mate asked excitedly. “Will we be able to stop anywhere? Can I pick up a few things from my aunt’s?”
Asch replied, “No. We may be able to stop a few places, but we won’t be going to Tye. There’s a very rural town that’s a little closer. We should be able to slip in and out without turning any heads, then we’ll take the highway north.”
“What?” Caim interjected, narrowing his eyes on the pair. “We are going through the mountains. It will take us less than two full nights
Caim turned to him . “No, we are leaving.”
He had briefly considered the idea of taking out the pack. If they were divided and leaderless, they would be easy prey. But how long would it take them to besiege their den? It was precious time that would be better spent moving the pack to a safer location.
Asch shook his head. “I just don’t think running is the right move,” he said. “I’m surprised you don’t want to fight for once.”
“We’re leaving,” Caim repeated, crossing his arms over his chest.“The small den past the lake. We will leave tonight.”
It was a strange side of the debate to be on, but just hours before, Asch had told Caim that he needed to be more responsible and put his mate first. He was not going to send half of his pack away to deal with another pack’s problems, potentially drawing fire from soldiers in the process. Not feeling that he had to explain himself though, he locked his jaw and fixed Asch with an obstinate look.
Before they could come to any resolution, their attention was drawn to the doorway . The sound of footsteps was accompanied by the scent of his mate and one of her companions. Her head appeared, peeking from around the corner. Realizing she had the attention of the room, she colored slightly.
“Hi,” she said, giving a small wave before stepping into the room. The other f emale, Brae, caught up with her.
“Mila, we should go eat,” Brae said, taking her by the arm. She tried to tug his mate from the room, but she shrugged Brae off.
“I want to know what’s going on,” she said, looking between Asch and Caim.
Asch straightened his back and walked over to her, hooking an arm around her waist. “We’re still trying to get everything figured out,” he said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Why don’t you go relax and we’ll talk about it later?”
She looked up at him and smiled, her brown eyes full of warmth. Caim felt his jaw tighten as a vague jealousy smoldered in his gut. She should be looking at him that way. He was the one that was advocating for her health and safety.
She pressed a hand to Asch’s chest. “I’ll be able to relax once I know what’s going on.” She glanced around the room. “You all look tense. What happened with Blackthorn?”
With obvious reluctance, Asch explained the circumstances surrounding Blackthorn, glossing over several key details, namely the number of humans that had been killed, and the fact that military involvement was very likely.
While Asch spoke, Caim’s eyes roamed over his mate’s body. Much like maps, clothing was another human convention that he had never favored, though he found that this was more of a situational dislike. He did not like clothing when he was forced to wear it; he still disliked his mate wearing clothing to bed, as he needed to feel her smooth flesh against his own.
But during the night , as she moved about the den, Caim enjoyed seeing her clothed. Not just because it hid her body from the eyes of other males, but also because of the way the clothing played against his favorite curves. Now, in particular, her tight shirt hugged the swell of her breasts. His eyes were drawn to her nipples, which had been drawn to stiff peaks by the chilled air. Caim was so wrapped up in thoughts of his mate’s body, that he almost missed the shift in the conversation.
“Really?” his mate asked excitedly. “Will we be able to stop anywhere? Can I pick up a few things from my aunt’s?”
Asch replied, “No. We may be able to stop a few places, but we won’t be going to Tye. There’s a very rural town that’s a little closer. We should be able to slip in and out without turning any heads, then we’ll take the highway north.”
“What?” Caim interjected, narrowing his eyes on the pair. “We are going through the mountains. It will take us less than two full nights
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