Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 199

And the elation that burned through my body sent me reeling all over again.

Because I’d just received the greatest gift I’d ever had.

And now…I might actually have a chance of saving Mutt, and keeping him too.

Butters had been convinced he was going to be the reason Silas turned us away. And that ended up being…entirely the opposite of what ended up happening. Theo went in alone at first. He’d thought that Silas would be more receptive that way.

He’d been wrong.

I could see why—because he smelled like sweat and desperation, and I could imagine Silas didn’t want to be responsible for Mutt when his only kin were that terrified. Never mind the fact that we were terrified for him, not of him.

But yeah.

We didn’t look like a solid bet.

I went in next.

Butters had offered me his shirt—which I appreciated, as mine was still blood soaked. It smelled funny. Kinda like marshmallows? And it drowned me. I used every bit of Lydia’s training I could. I schmoozed, complimented, and bargained—to no avail.

Silas was an asshole.

A tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed prick. His eyes were pale where Mutt’s were vibrant. He wore a suit—which seemed out of character for the leader of a pack as large as the Elmwood pack. I associated wolves with easy-to-change-out-of clothing, and shit that looked like it had been bought from a gas station gift shop.

But maybe that was just Mutt and Butters.

Silas was a lot more formal.

Butters was our last straw. And none of us were very hopeful he’d be able to help—especially Butters.

Dejected, shirtless, and needy—he wandered into the room alone.

Fifteen minutes later, Butters returned to the car.

The Elmwood pack wandered around outside, eyeing us curiously—especially when Silas exited the main hall and headed toward his own vehicle. I hadn’t been able to hear shit, despite my new super hearing. Everything else was simply too loud, and I didn’t have to focus to manage it.

“I gotta go.” Butters jerked his shoulder.

“What do you mean you gotta—” I jolted when Theo laid a hand on my shoulder. His eyebrow arched, his head cocking as he stared at Butters.

“Did he say yes?” he asked, voice low, terrifyingly calm. Like he was expecting the worst—but hoping for the best.

“Yes,” Butters nodded.

Elation, unlike anything I’d ever felt before flooded my body. Laughter bubbled out of my throat and Theo joined in. He gave Butters a happy shake, making his teeth chatter as the blond grinned, tail thumping.

“What did you do?” Theo asked, dark eyes bright.

“I dunno!” Butters admitted, tail still thwacking. “I just walked in the room—and he looked at me—and he just…kinda stared?”

“Oh shit,” I gasped out, jerking back against the seat when I saw Silas approach us. He rapped on the passenger window. Butters pushed at the window button, then made an annoyed sound when it didn’t roll down right away.

“You gotta push harder, it’s sticky—” I explained.

He pushed harder, and with an awful whirring sound the window began to roll. Very. Very. Very. Slowly. Because it was kinda, maybe broken? And barely worked on a good day. Blair had warned me about it and said he’d been meaning to get it fixed, but Joe had been busy, and he was the only mechanic in town, so it just hadn’t happened.

Whirrrrr, the window continued to roll.

Silas’s scent was spicy. That was the best way to describe it. Spicy. His dark hair fell over his brow, his sharp cheekbones cutting as he ducked his head low. The look he leveled Butters was nothing short of hungry.