Page 12 of The Wolf Guard’s Mate (Marked Beneath the Moon #3)

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HUNTER—SIX MONTHS LATER

“I still don’t like this,” I warned Olive, maintaining a death grip on her hand as she dragged me toward the edge of the waterfall. It was small for a waterfall, barely a trickle, but the lake below was extremely large and very, very deep.

I was confident of that, because rather than paying someone to measure it, Olive had convinced me to scuba dive there with her a few days earlier.

Of course, that had required scuba safety courses, which she was far more excited about than I had ever been.

Despite my uncertainty, seeing that grin on her face and the light in her eyes made my small amount of discomfort very much worth it.

“You’re going to be the one pulling me back up here to do it again after the first time,” she teased me.

I lifted an eyebrow at her, and she grinned.

We both knew the opposite would be true, but when she asked me to go back up the trail with her, I would.

Because she was my mate, and I was fucking crazy about her.

Even if I sometimes thought she was fucking crazy herself. Mainly when she was making me jump off a massive cliff with her.

I reluctantly stepped up to the ledge, still gripping her tightly.

“You realize you’re going to have to let go of my hand, right Hun?”

“I’m trying not to think about it.”

Olive laughed again, going up on her tiptoes to press her lips to mine. I released her hand so I could capture her waist, but before I could grab her, she stepped back.

Then turned, and jumped.

Her loud whoops followed her to the water, and I watched in terror as she broke through the surface.

A few painstakingly-long seconds followed before her loud laughter filled the air, and I could finally breathe again. “Come on, Honey Bun! The water’s great!”

Shaking my head, I took a step back before I finally launched myself off the rock.

That woman really was going to be the death of me.

But she was right—I’d enjoy every fucking minute of it.