chapter 100

sable

He stalks toward me, hulking and broad-shouldered with his hands curled into fists at his sides. His ash brown hair is windswept from his race after me, and his honey-colored eyes are unblinking as he looms over me.

Fear creeps into my consciousness, and I cringe away from him. I’m not used to being scared of Ridge—he’s the one who has been most like a protector to me, my champion since the night he dragged me out of Devil’s Ditch after I fled from my uncle’s truck. Ridge is firm but gentle, gruff but kind. Unlike some of my other mates, he never gets this caught up in his own fury. But right now, the heat in his eyes smolders hot as the sun.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he roars, throwing both arms out as if to indicate our current location deep in the middle of nowhere.

I gasp at the harsh sound of his voice and back away, everything in me screaming to put distance between me and Ridge’s fury.

But he follows me, advancing as many steps as I take backward. “Why the fuck w