Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase (Spooky Boys #3)

My dog had returned.

“You came back.” I paused at the end of the hallway, staring at him, worried I was hallucinating. He took pity on me, crossing the distance between us. When his cold nose bumped against my fingers, the shock was enough to center me.

The dog woofed as if to confirm that he had in fact come back for me.

“You…” I fell to my knees, dropped the pizza box Blair had given me, and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

His eyes were blue. Mutt blue.

And my heart fluttered—fluttered—fluttered.

Mutt.

It suited a dog more than it suited a man.

And after spending more time with the werewolf, I had my suspicions that the oddly convenient reappearance of my dog was not a coincidence at all. If I end up being wrong, I’ll give him a new name, I decided. But for now, I knew just what to call him.

The dog—Mutt—snuffled at my neck, huffing in big breaths like he’d missed me as much as I’d missed him.

“What the hell happened earlier?” I asked him, my eyes wet. “I thought…”

He pulled back a little, staring at me with those big, sad blue eyes. His tongue flicked out, swiping at my cheeks and I laughed, shoving him off. “Never mind. You’re right. Doesn’t matter.” I sucked in a breath.

“Let’s get some rest, bud.”

And we did.

Mutt had promised me a vet would show up at my house at eight the next day. And while it felt like it was too good to be true…I chose to believe him. So I didn’t book another appointment at the clinic, and instead decided to wait.

If I was being honest…the part of me that was paranoid and young—stuck at nine years old with monsters not only under the bed but walking the streets of my childhood hometown—suspected my late-night suspicions about Mutt-the-dog were correct.

That he was not a dog at all.

But Mutt the werewolf.

Normally…that thought would piss me off. Terrify me. All that. But…we’d been completely alone twice now—four times, if you counted what I suspected was one of his shifted forms—and all he’d done was call me pretty, make me laugh, and get me off.

There were so many dark things in my life.

I didn’t want to throw away the only light I’d seen for a long-ass time.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t curious to see how this “check up” with Mutt’s “vet friend” would go.

Mutt couldn’t come—he’d made that clear, looking shady as hell, and not nearly as sneaky as he thought he was.

Which was again, very convenient.

Amused, but still full of trepidation, I sunk my fingers in Mutt-the-dog’s fur, stroking through it as I waited for the vet to arrive.

Me

That vet guy is showing up soon

Blair

Fuck yeah. You want me to come over?

Me