Buster andRascal were curled up on her sofa. They lifted their heads and immediately jumped off when they saw she had company.
Low growls emitted from the two of them.
“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry,” Amelia said.
Wolfe stepped in front of her and released a growl of his own. The two dogs stared at him.
She didn’t want him to hurt her dogs, but Buster and Rascal sniffed the air and then flopped onto their backs, showing him their bellies.
Amelia laughed. “Well, that certainly taught them.”
“They’re good boys,” Wolfe said.
She hung up her bag and keys,then stepped past him, going to the kitchen.
Their food bowls were empty.After reaching for the packages of food, she poured them some and replaced the water with fresh as they had gotten strands of fur and other … stuff that she wasn’t sure of in their water bowl.
The moment it was down, they came rushing in. She washed her hands and grabbed two mugs. After picking up the kettle, she filled it with water and placed it on the stove, turning it on to start heating.
Wolfe had joined her in her small kitchen. “Who helped you with the place?” he asked.
“Huh?” She turned toward him.
“I know this place was a piece of shit. How did you do it?”
“Oh, I did it,” Amelia said. “You like it?”
“You didall of this yourself?”
She nodded. “With the internet’s help, of course. I couldn’t have done it without lots of resources.”
Amelia buzzed. She couldn’t help it.
Wolfe liked her place, and he looked … impressed.
“I only have instant coffee. I hope that is okay,” she said.
“Sure, it’s fine.”
Amelia spooned out some coffee into each cup. She always put her creamer in last, and she turned toward him. “Hunters, huh?” she asked.
She wasn’t looking at his thick neck, or the expanse of ink that seemed to peek out, giving a hint at what the rest of his chest might look like.
Stay focused.
Chapter Three
Amelia Stokes was a constant thorn in Alpha’s side. In the MC’s side. Alpha was constantly having to deal with pack disagreements. He remembered Boyan had come to the clubhouse, to church, and informed them all that he had to deal with Bob, who was trying to force one of them out.
It pissed them all off.
Actually, it angered Wolfe. Not that he’d say anything. Ever since she was eighteenand went through her first transition into wolf, life had seemed to be difficult for her. She had been kicked out by her parents. Bounced from job to job, and this was just crazy because she wasn’t lazy.
No one could complain about her work ethic. It rivaled that of the club at times. She was always there when someone needed her.
But because she was a little different, they all wanted her gone. He didn’t mind that she was a vegan or that she loved animals. Buster and Rascal were fucking adorable.
Wolves and animals shouldn’t mix. Wolves mixed with wolves. That was it. Amelia defied that by taking in those two dogs and loving them. Then, of course, her aversion to hunting. Another sticking point within the pack.