Page 34 of Her Big Bad Wolf

I didn’t know every single person in the Pack. Clearly, because I had no idea who Isaac was or that he lived out here. But I did know most of them. Or until now I’d thought I did.

This insane man was already turning my world upside down. I knew I would be better off to just turn back and forget about him, but I just couldn’t.

He’d caught me off guard the first time. This time I was more prepared.

I backed out, hoping they hadn’t seen me, and then I pulled into a spot I thought would be discreet but allow me to see when his company left.

It was late. Who the hell was visiting him at this hour?

My wolf flared in anger as I wondered if perhaps it was a woman.

Did he have a girlfriend?

I swallowed hard.

Did he already have a mate? And if he did, would my wolf have recognized him as my mate? I had no idea about any of this stuff.

“I don’t care,” I said out loud.

I was there because of the boys, not him. And if he knew anything at all about them, I was going to find out and I wasn’t going to leave until I knew for sure.

What did I know about the man? He could have eaten them by now for all I knew.

That was a lie. I had heard them scurrying through the woods when I’d made noise that had awakened the forest and the farm. All the animals had been on full alert and a distractionwhile the boys ran away. I was certain of it. But that meant they were out there in the cold somewhere, probably scared and all alone.

It broke my heart to think about it.

Were they hungry?

Were they scared?

Were they cold?

Each passing thought made me even more fearful for them.

I had to find them, even if it meant confronting him again.

As soon as the SUV in his drive pulled out and drove off, I pulled in.

Taking a deep breath backfired on me again as I inhaled my new favorite scent.

Growling in frustration, I parked, turned off the ignition, and got out of the car. I was just about to knock on his door when it flew open.

He glared at me with those piercing green eyes.

“I thought I told you not to come back here.”

“Tough shit. Do you know anything about those missing boys?”

“What? No.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, peering into his place over his shoulder.

“They aren’t here,” he growled.

His hair was wet. He’d taken a shower recently. I could smell a hint of fresh soap mingling with his unique scent. When had he done that?

Had he met me, sent me away, and went to take a shower? Had he taken it alone?