Chapter 11

Number 42’s POV

‘Please.’ I pleaded. ‘I don’t think that Nate would bring someone to help that had bad intentions, and nor would Brutus.’

My wolf was silent for a while, and I gestured apologetically to Nate while I waited for her to answer. Eventually, she sighed heavily.

‘Fine.’ She grumbled. ‘But if she crosses the line, I am well within my rights to voice my disapproval.’

I grinned at Nate, and a look of relief washed over his face.

“She agreed?” he asked almost timidly, as I nodded in response.

He stood abruptly and headed towards the door as I felt my wolf whine at the removal of his presence from close proximity.

“I’ll go and fetch her. She’s eager to meet you and put a lot of thought into the things she got you. I hope your wolf understands. I didn’t think that you would be comfortable with me helping you to get dressed, and I really have no idea about hair and makeup.” He rushed out rapidly, rubbing his neck sheepishly.