Chapter 223

Paul and I pulled up into the driveway, and before he could turn off the motorcycle, he covered my hands, which were still embracing his torso. I felt him sigh.

"I'm worried, Kim."

"She can't hurt me," I whispered while placing my cheek against his broad back.

"There's just so much that I can't control…"

I nodded. It's why he had done everything, why he turned into a Werewolf, why he created the agreement with the Neratomay. It was to have some form of control over anything that could hurt me. Monica was the exception to that.

"Who's babysitting tonight?" He asked.

"Sam."

Sam slept over often now that Paul was away with the Wolfpack. It worked best since she was over at the house every single day as my assistant anyway, and someone had to be alive in the house in order to keep tabs on BJ.