the right and a smaller one that could have been stables not far from that. It was lovely.
She glanced at Gabe and a new lightness radiated from him, washing away some of that aggression.
‘Who lives here?’
‘A friend of mine.’
They pulled up outside and the front door opened. A tall, slender female stepped out. She wore a pair of low slung jeans and a shirt that was short enough to reveal a strip of pale skin. She was carrying a shotgun.
Gabe stopped the SUV and jumped out. As soon as she saw him, she put the gun down on the porch swing beside her and tore across the field at a flat run. The moonlight lit up her pale blonde hair and the beaming smile on her face.
Tressa heard Gabe’s ‘oomph’ when they collided. The female wrapped her arms and legs around his tall, solid frame and squealed in delight.
Tressa felt ill. The sight of another female with him, touching him, hurt like hell. She didn’t have the right to feel that way, but even after she left—in her heart, in her mind—Gabe had always been hers. She had the sudden urge to get out of the car and tear her off him. His hands settled on her waist in an intimate, affectionate way, holding her up against him. He murmured something close to her ear and she threw her head back and laughed. Tressa’s fangs slid into place and her hand moved to the door handle.
‘Mama?’
Sawyer’s sleepy voice cut off her attack of jealous instantly. Gabe wasn’t hers anymore. She had no right to feel anything. She definitely had no right to act on it. Shit, he already hated her enough.
‘It’s alright, baby. Mama’s here.’ She climbed out and opened the back door so she could unbuckle her son and lift him out. Neither of them looked her way, too caught up in each other.
With Sawyer in her arms, she stepped forward hesitantly, and Gabe turned to her, as if he’d just remembered she existed.
He motioned to her. ‘Kate, this is Tressa and Sawyer. I’m taking them home. Tressa, this is Kate, a good friend of mine.’
There was a flash of recognition on Kate’s face as her eyes narrowed. She was a wolf hybrid like Gabe and she knew all about Tressa. It wasn’t hard to imagine that this female had been the one to comfort him when Tressa had pushed him away and torn his heart out.
Kate wanted a piece of her, just like she had when she’d seen them together a moment ago. Gabe was important to Kate and her feelings about Tressa were written all over her lovely face.
Still, she held out her hand and Tressa took it.
‘Nice to meet you.’ She looked down at her son. ‘Hey, Sawyer.’
Sawyer was hiding his face, always wary of strangers, and Tressa didn’t force him to respond to the greeting. Wolves were encouraged to go with their natural instincts and Kate would understand he’d need time to get to know her first.
‘Come on inside.’
Gabe rested his hand on Kate’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. ‘I’m just going to put the car in the shed.’ Something passed between them and she gave him a subtle nod before he strode back to his car, leaving her alone with a female who clearly wanted to rip her throat out.
The air was thick with tension.
‘Thanks for helping us out,’ Tressa said. She was grateful, no matter the history between her and Gabe. If Kate had been here for him when she wasn’t, no matter how much it hurt, she owed her for that.
‘I’d do anything for him.’
Those pale green eyes, so unusual for a wolf and a giveaway of her mixed blood, issued a challenge. You hurt him again and I’ll hurt you.
‘Come inside, I’ll show you where you and Sawyer can sleep.’
The cottage was warm and cosy, everything inside beautifully restored. She showed them to a room at the back of the house.
‘I’ll leave you to get your son settled.’
Despite his long sleep in the car, Sawyer was out like a light minutes after she tucked him in bed. He’d been sleeping a lot the last few days, but she guessed all the upheaval and stress