Arden’s Mate(40)

If at all possible Pet turned whiter. “They are getting desperate. They must know you’re all carrying. Oh no, they have someone like me again,” she whispered.

Remy furrowed her brows and opened her mouth to ask what she meant when Griffen came in followed by Arden. Griffen’s gaze rested straight on Pet. “I think it’s time for you to leave now, Remy. You’ve used up all her energy.”

“I beg your pardon. I didn’t use her energy. We had a great talk.” Remy leaned down and hugged Pet. “Don’t let him boss you around. These Wolfen men, you give them an inch and they take a mile. I’ll come back and visit tomorrow.”

“I’d like that.”

Remy turned and studied the two men. She could tell they’d been talking about something important. Had they listened in on their conversation? She wondered for a moment what they’d been up to but figured she didn’t want to know. She had enough to think about without adding new worries to her bunch.

She stood and went to Arden and held his hand, and together they walked out of the house. “Let’s go home. I have work tonight and I want to see Sara tomorrow. I got a text from her about twenty minutes ago asking me to come over.”

“All right, make arrangements to go see her tomorrow. I need to talk to Tray anyway.” They walked down the street to their house.

* * * *

It was driving Arden crazy that Remy hadn’t chosen whether she was going to use the wolfsbane or not. He was trying to be patient, but both he and his wolf were eager for her to make a decision.

He’d dropped her off at work that afternoon and she hadn’t mentioned the wolfsbane or even what she and Pet had discussed. Before they went to Griffen’s house Arden had gone by to see him. He’d wanted to make sure it was okay for him and Remy to visit. He’d also wanted to see how his brother was handling having a hurt mate.

Arden was happy he’d gone. Griffen needed someone to talk to who knew how it felt like to be in the situation he was in. Arden had spoken to Griffen about taking it easy and making sure he let Pet have choices as she’d never had them before. Arden had learned how important they were from Remy.

Griffen had apologized to him for thinking the worse and even contemplating putting him down for turning feral after Remy ran. He had introduced him to Pet, and she’d gotten so excited at the prospect of a visitor he felt bad he hadn’t come sooner.

He was now out hunting with Logan, two human men, and three werewolves—Blake, Alex, and David.

“It’s not just tonight, but other nights I’ve noticed there are less and less demons out,” David said. He was a young wolf but a good, strong fighter.

“It’s strange. I mean, they sent a horde of zombies to attack the women and that’s the most active they’ve been in weeks. Something is not right.” Blake stopped walking down the club alleyway and looked at them all.

“Do you think they’re laying low because we took their psychic?” Logan looked at the werewolves in the group. Arden knew that Ava was friends with Pet and Logan would know what she was.

“As much as I’d like to think that’s why we haven’t found many demons, I know it’s not the reason. I was there when the zombies attacked. There were a lot of them, and they were determined to succeed. To turn that many people into zombies, demons must be out taking humans, and after we killed that bunch they have to be out looking for more. Plus, I would think after the blow we dealt them taking their psychic they’d fight back with more force. You are right though, Blake, it’s very strange.”





Chapter 8




They’d had a relaxing morning, but Remy could tell something was up with Arden. His answers were all one word and he kept staring at her like he was waiting for her to say something. Remy had a feeling she knew what it was about…the wolfsbane.

She had been going to tell him but had gotten distracted, and when she got ready for work she remembered, but knew she needed time to sit down and talk to him. Now Arden guided her through the forest and down a path toward Sara’s house, but to Remy it looked like it went to the beach.

Remy hadn’t seen Sara and Tray’s house. When they came out of the bush a beautiful cream, neat, two-story house with blue trim and a matching blue picket fence surrounding it sat before them. “That screams Sara.”

“Sara was very sure about everything she wanted. Tray is a good builder. It’s had a lot more work done on it since the last time I saw it while you were recovering.”

Remy glanced at Arden. “Tray did this for Sara, didn’t he?”

“Of course he did. Tray would have built her a castle if she asked for it.”