On the Run

Chapter 14

On the Run

I wiggled my hips, trying to hoist myself a little higher on Ian’s back. “Sorry, I keep slipping,” I muttered.

“At least you stopped telling me to mush,” Ian shot back.

“Only because I believed you when you said you’d drop me.”

Ian snorted and tightened his grip around my thighs. It had taken all of half an hour of fighting our way through thorny bushes and tall weeds and mud, and more mud, before he’d rolled his eyes, stopped, and leaned over so I could climb on — and another thirty seconds before I pissed him off. But hey, in my defense? I honestly wasn’t trying to be a jackass. I thought maybe what we needed in this situation was a little humor, so sue me.

Note to self: alphas had no sense of humor about dog jokes. To be fair, I probably should have been able to work that one out on my own.

“You still not getting any signal?” he asked.

I pressed the button on the side of Ian’s phone, where I had it awkwardly poised in my left hand. My right arm was wrapped a