Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 17

As the hours tick by, I pace the confines of my small apartment and worry that something happened to Jay.

He doesn't have a mobile phone so I can’t even make a phone call to contact him.

Maybe he’s already moved on, and my whole silly vision of a sibling and having some semblance of a family is going to fade away like all my other hopes.

Unable to stay inside anymore, I head out into the wide parking lot in front of the building. I keep looking around to see some sign of him. But as night settles in and the temperature drops, my worries only grow.

Jay is strong, so strong and powerful.

His wolf is massive to behold.

He could shift and run and be free.

He’s a grown man—and a devastatingly handsome one at that—he doesn’t need me.

It’s okay. You’re okay.

Tomorrow is a new day.

But the thought of facing tomorrow alone…it saddens me.

And not getting to say goodbye. Why would he leave so abruptly? As if I mean nothing to him—and then it dawns on me.

I don’t mean anything to Jay.

We’re strangers to each other, and he would probably already consider his good deeds repaid.

My stomach drops at the thought.

I’ll miss his dark eyes and the way he smiles without really moving his face.

His quiet, steady presence is the first thing to bring me any sense of peace.

I go inside resigned to be grateful for what little time we had and to just focus forward instead of latching onto something I can’t have.

I see the papers Lina delivered sitting on my kitchen table where I left them.

As I grab the small bag of garbage from its bin, I debate throwing my court documents away too.

But I know what Lina is thinking.

If I can appeal my case. If I prove my innocence… then the Council will have no choice but to rescind their decision as well.

Maybe I can have my life again.

It’s not unheard of.

Rogues can be assimilated into their old packs or new ones and the way my wolf has been bound by the silver, I have to believe that that can be undone too. Surely there is some cure.

I’d try to reach out to a pack doctor, but as I currently have no money or support, and physicians are loyal to their own packs, which is problematic for me.