Chapter 90: Lucas: Worries

LUCAS

Only half my attention is on the information Clayton's passing me. The rest of it is on the bandaged little she-wolf just beyond the door. Her scent has been changing daily, and I can't quite put my finger on what it is. It isn't a bad change, but it's different.

Add that to the way she blew up when my phone rang, and I'm starting to get a little worried that I haven't been around for her during such a traumatic time. She'd been kidnapped, even if it was by her own family, and then viciously attacked after trying to run away. On top of it all, she has a mate that was stupid enough to reject her.

I'm sure she has no idea how much she can rely on me, and I can't blame her for being so evasive with her affection. We've made progress, but I keep pushing my luck—touching her, kissing her forehead, sniffing around her when I think she doesn't notice…

"Lucas? Are you still there?" Clayton's voice cuts through my distracted haze.