Untamed by Lindsey Pogue

Author:Lindsey Pogue [Pogue, Lindsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Roar Press LLC

I was disappointed when the sun began to set and Wren said it was time for her to get back to her village. Bear and I walked with her and Cricket part of the way, Bear begrudgingly leaving his friend behind, but I assumed it wouldn’t be for long. Cricket’s head lulled as he walked, officially unaffected by the grizzly after a long day around the bears.

Wren and I walked in silence most of the way, the question of if we’d see each other again on the tip of my tongue. I’d been planning to leave, but now I wasn’t confident I could bring myself to do it. The lure of spending more time with her—special days like today—made it nearly impossible to imagine leaving, even if the reasonable part of me knew I needed to get going, or my trek home would be harder all the way around. Because of winter. Because I craved her presence . . . I couldn’t ignore it anymore or tell myself it was just curiosity.

At some point while she was pushing me away, I was drawing closer, and I knew I was inching dangerously close to uncharted, point-of-no-return territory. Staying a little bit longer was becoming easier to justify than leaving—I worried about her; I needed to convince her to come back with me, for her safety, and for the sake of her people. I considered postponing for a couple of more days.

Halfway back to the cave, Wren pulled Cricket to a stop. “This is a straight shot back,” she said, and once again, her gaze was everywhere but on me. She turned to glance back at Bear, who was unhurriedly following behind us, and smiled. “You guys have a safe trip, and stay out of trouble, okay?” When her eyes met mine, shimmering like maple sugar in the setting sun, it was all I could do not to lean in and kiss her. I’d never see her again, after all. I’d regret it if I didn’t, and yet, I didn’t want her possible rejection to be the last thing I remembered, or the last thing she remembered of me.

Instead of reaching for her, I straightened my shoulders. “Thank you again, for everything. I wish I had an address for you,” I said as lightly as I could, “so Elle can send you a thank you card. She’d probably send you a whole basket of goodies, if she could.” I smiled, though it felt forced.

“Just stay out of trouble,” Wren said. She flashed me a big, overzealous smile. “That’s all you have to do to thank me.”

Ask me to stay, I silently pleaded. “I’ll do my best,” I said instead. “Good luck with . . . everything.” I couldn’t bring myself to say marriage, or even utter Hunter’s name.

Wren’s smile weakened and she dipped her head, then grabbed onto Cricket’s saddle. Lifting her leg into the stirrup, she paused. When she looked at me, my heart skittered to a halt. “Bye, Beau,” she whispered.

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