Chapter 51

When Lewis had been approached to take on this assignment, they had made it sound like a babysitting job. The thought of shadowing a sixteen-year-old she-wolf was not a very enticing prospect for a twenty-one-year-old werebear who was used to being a hired killer, not a protector. 

He had only agreed because it had piqued his interest when they mentioned she was a witch hybrid. He owed a debt, and handing over a hybrid would certainly pay that off and free him. On top of that, once he’d accepted the job he learned she was also a white wolf. 

She’d be worth enough to set him up for life. But now that he’d met her, he’d all too quickly learned that she definitely wasn’t the tiny, weak wolf that these men had painted her to be.

“Are all bears this talkative, or just you?” she asked, looking at him from the