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.

could feel them with every fiber of my being. It was like they were a part of me now and

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

or I came up here that I wasn’t very worried about someone trying to steal my Jeep or the high heels that were in the

of my bag as I fumbled with 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 the bright blue painted door, smiling as

I had first come up here with Scott, 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

ponytail tickling

Like teenage summers spent lounging at the lake before coming inside to sip sweet tea and playing board games late into the night with my family and Charity. On the few rare occasions that she had

Such happy memories.

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 was going to do. I finished opening all of the windows on the first floor before

moved over to the large denim covered sectional couch that was shaped like an L. Picking up the lilac