Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Thirteen: The blue door

Reaching down, I grabbed the handle to my door and pushed it open. I slid outside, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. The scent reminded me of Ryan and a part of me ached for him.

Really, I ached for all of them but I knew that if I didn’t take this time and we just moved forward without me thinking about it all. I would always wonder if I was really enough for them. It wasn’t that I blamed them all for what happened.

The mating and the claiming. They were wolves. This was how they must have grown up together knowing that they would find their mate one day. Or like they had said about Jason, getting closer and closer to going feral until they reached the point where they slipped into madness.

I didn’t want that for Travis, Jason, or Ryan.

It’s just that I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in a relationship with the three of them, either. Things had just ended with Jake but here! was thrust into a relationship that would probably only end in my death. Or maybe I was wrong, but this didn’t seem like the kind of thing that either I or the men could just walk away from.

like they were a part of me now and I wasn’t sure how I felt about

and overnight bag. Tucking my cellphone back into the side pocket, I grabbed my keys from the ignition and closed the door to my car. I didn’t bother locking it with the key

I wasn’t very worried about someone trying to steal my Jeep or the high heels that were in the back seat that I had

my keys. Sorting through them with one hand until I found the tarnished silver-colored key that went to the front door. I stopped in front of

that had been the first thing that she had changed about the house. She had set out to make this place a happy space for Scott and given how much time he liked to spend out here; I think she had accomplished

had come undone from my ponytail tickling the back of my neck. It felt like the lake house was welcoming me home. Resting my hand on the

about the house. It smelled like home and family. Like teenage summers spent lounging at the lake before coming inside to sip sweet tea

Such happy memories.

keys from the lock, I stepped into the house. Dropping my bags beside the front door before closing it and moving over to the windows to open them and let in the warm breeze. The house needed a good airing out and that would be the first thing that I

and fishing out my cellphone. I moved over to the large denim covered sectional couch that was shaped like an L. Picking up the lilac hand knit throw blanket that my mother had made; I sat down, draping the