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Both of their bodies hummed with tension. Who would be out here? This was a wilderness camping site that Tabian had gotten special permission to use.
Tru sat on the edge of the chair, her heart pounding against her ribs as she watched the frozen forms of Tabian and Bay.
And then suddenly, Tabian relaxed. He threw a grin behind him at Bay and said something that relaxed Bay as well.
Loosely they walked up the path together and met a big, jacked up charcoal gray truck. There were two more behind it, but she couldn’t see them very well.
The vehicles pulled to a stop and parked, and out of the driver’s side of the firs truck stepped Tabian’s scar-faced friend, Vic.
“Oh my gosh,” she murmured, shoving the door open to join them.
They’d scared the hell out of her.
Tabian glanced behind him and offered his arm for her to settle under. “Dude what are you doing here?” he asked Vic.
“Camping,” Vic said with a smirk. “Some famous guy on the internet said it’s a great spot.”
Tabian narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about.”
“Wolf Outdoors has been super fun to watch,” Dodger said from where he was getting out of the back seat of Vic’s truck. Tru hadn’t met all of the boys yet, but she’d researched the Pack before she’d seen Tabian in that coffee shop. Dodger was even bigger than he looked in his pictures. Holy shit, that was a barn of a man.
“How did you even find me?” Tabian demanded.
“I put an air tag in your truck the second I found out you had a secret life.”
“What in the ball sack is an air tag?” Tabian demanded.
Vic ignored him.
Lyric came around the front of the truck and gave Tru a hug, and gah, it felt so good. She grinned at her and said, “The boys had a Wolf Outdoors watching party all last night.”
“Oh my God, this is the worst day of my life,” Tabian deadpanned.
“Where’s the Cameras?” Liam asked. “I have to know the set up.” He walked past them toward the campsite, pulling his mate Nory by the hand. Nory reached out and squeezed Tru’s arm as she passed. “You don’t have to worry about feeding us. Yes, we are crashing your party, but the boys brought four coolers of food.”
“Wait, you’re staying?” Tabian gritted out.
“We brought tents!” Vic said through a baiting grin as he walked past holding a giant blue cooler that had seen better days.
Nathan and Delta passed them hauling supplies, and so did Dodger and his mate Destiny, each saying hi to Tru and Bayen as they made their way toward camp.
Bayen’s eyes were wide as saucers. “Is this okay?” he asked Tabian.
Tabian drew Tru in tighter against his ribs. “Boy, it’ll probably actually be good for you to be around these idiots for a while. I just didn’t want them finding out about the channel.”
“Why not?” Bay asked quietly.
“Oh Wolf Outdoors,” Vic sang in a high-pitched voice. “Come teach us how to camp.” He added vibrato at the end, and it echoed through the woods and returned to them in a musical canon.
Tabian’s lips tightened into a thin line. “That’s why.”
Bay was trying to fight a smile. “Do you want me to turn the cameras off?”
“No, let ‘em roll,” Tabian mumbled. “If they suck at this, I want video proof for a rainy day.”
“Blackmail. I like it,” Bayen whispered. “I’ll get the drone into the air.”
She and Tabian chuckled as he jogged off to find the drone.
