Chapter 78

Del's POV

My hand was healed completely by the time Rocco parked in the garage—though we had stopped to eat way too much fast food on the way. It stunned me, a lot, but Rocco reminded me that rapid healing was part of being a werewolf, so I tried not to freak out about it.

We were headed up the stairs, our hands bumping as we walked, when there was a hard knock at the front door.

I frowned and looked over at Rocco.

He frowned at the door.

“You can get dressed, I’ll get it,” he told me, stepping off the stairs.

Though my wolf may have been okay with that much separation, I wasn’t testing it. Mostly because I wanted to see who was knocking so late.

Rocco tugged the door open, and my eyebrows lifted when I looked over his shoulder and found the entire pack outside.

A low growl rumbled Rocco’s chest, and his arm snaked out behind him, wrapping around my waist. He tugged me against him, his arm so low it was nearly wrapped around my ass.