On my way over to Shari’s, I saw Cade headed in the direction to Allison’s house. He’d been acting strange all day. Pretending he didn’t feel well.
I kept my distance, but followed him to his destination, and my suspicions were right. He went straight up to Allison’s front door.
I waited, needing to see how long he would be there, and if he and Allison would leave together. It wasn’t too long before her door opened again, and I watched as Cade and Allison walked out together. They headed toward the lake, so I did what any self-respecting girl would do. I followed them.
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Through the trees, I could see the no good, two-timing bastard and his little mistress heading toward their favorite make-out spot, the pier. Forced to keep my distance so that Cade wouldn’t sense my presence, I couldn’t hear what they were saying, even in my wolf form. But from the looks of things, Cade was going to have some serious explaining to do.
Hand-in-hand, they walked along the water’s edge, and I prowled along behind them, unable to believe what I was seeing.
What the hell was he thinking? I had half a mind to head over to the alpha and tell him myself, but not until I knew for sure what I was up against. Obviously, that little mutt was up to something. There was no way Cade would openly defy his father like this without someone whispering in his ear. He knew what his father was capable of. There was no way that prick had the balls to disobey the alpha, not without good reason.
Out of nowhere, Cade stopped walking and pulled the skank toward him. I almost vomited in my mouth. Even from where I was standing, I could see the longing in her eyes. She was so pathetic. I was still too far away to hear what Cade was saying, so I circled around to try to get a closer look without being seen. That was when I saw the strange wolf again. What was he doing? Was he following me or Cade? Either way, it needed to stop.
I decided that I had seen enough of the love-sick pups. It was time to find out who the creepy wolf was and what he was up to. I turned and walked toward him. Surprisingly, he didn’t run. He stood there and waited for me to approach him. I came within a few feet of him; he didn’t smell like a threat, so I motioned him to follow me. And he did.