Chapter 509-He Brings My Wolf Comfort

Chapter 509: 509-He Brings My Wolf Comfort

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Ragnar was trailing behind me like a detective, watching my every move.

The moment we entered the cabin, I headed towards the kitchen, only for him to follow me there too.

"Can’t you give me even a little privacy?" I turned around and demanded in annoyance.

Seriously, this was getting ridiculous.

"No, that wasn’t part of the deal. Go on, do whatever you need to do," he replied.

I gave him a strained smile before changing direction, and sure enough, he followed me again.

This time, I stopped outside the bathroom and turned to face him.

"Are you going to follow me into the bathroom too?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

I could tell he knew exactly what I was trying to pull, which was probably why he flashed me such a cocky grin.

"If you want me to, I can. I don’t mind."

The moment those words left his mouth, a strange sensation rippled through my body.

"You’re so shameless," I muttered and he merely shrugged.

"Now, what did I say wrong? If I agree with you, I’m the bad guy. If I disagree, I’m still the bad guy. What exactly do you want from me?"

While he was busy complaining, I pointed towards the other side, indicating that he needed to stand there because there was no way I was using the bathroom with him watching me.

"Seriously?" he groaned under his breath.

But he didn’t have much of a choice.

He shot me a bitter look, and from the realization dawning on his face, I could tell he had figured out exactly what I was doing.

Regardless, I stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

I immediately turned on the shower before reaching for one of the tiles, carefully prying at its edge.

"I can hear you," Ragnar called from outside and I groaned.

There was no way he could hear anything over the running shower, but that was Ragnar for you.

Of course he had to find another way to piss me off.

Leaving someone alone for even a moment of peace was apparently beyond him.

Ignoring his comment, I continued loosening the tile until I could carefully lift it out and set it aside.

Then I reached into the space behind it and pulled out an old cell phone.

The moment I held it in my hand, a shudder ran through my body.

Tears began gathering in my eyes, but I forced myself not to dwell on the memories or think too deeply about what I was holding.

Instead, I quickly slipped the phone into my bra, carefully fitted the tile back into place, and calmly stepped out of the bathroom.

When I stepped outside, I found Ragnar sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, his elbow propped up and his fingers resting near his temple, while his other arm lay stretched out along the backrest.

"Let’s go," I told him, adjusting my hair.

He smiled, but instead of getting up, his grin only grew wider.

"What?" I demanded, already annoyed.

"You should’ve turned that thing off. It’s practically glowing."

The moment he said that, embarrassment washed over me, and I felt my cheeks growing hot.

I immediately rushed towards the mirror, checking whether the phone was visible through my shirt.

I even pressed my hands against my chest to adjust it, only to realize that it wasn’t lit up at all.

I turned around and shot Ragnar a furious glare.

"What?" he asked innocently. "I was talking about your brain. It tends to light up a little too much, doesn’t it? Why? Have you got something hidden under your clothes?"

He ran his tongue along the back of his front teeth, looking far too pleased with himself.

I drew in a sharp, frustrated breath, trying not to lose my temper.

"Come on, let’s go home. I’ll drop you off," he remarked, finally rising from the sofa. "That thing you’ve got hidden in your clothes must be irritating you by now."

God, I was so fucking angry with him.

The room had been dimly lit, so for a moment, I had genuinely believed the phone might have lit up.

Now I was caught between embarrassment and frustration, both of which only intensified because Ragnar had managed to make a fool of me again.

There was something about losing to him that brought out a completely different kind of anger in me.

For some reason, I always wanted to get the better of him.

Call it my ego or simply Ragnar being an annoying bastard. I honestly couldn’t tell which it was.

The moment we stepped outside, the sound of wolves howling suddenly echoed through the surrounding woods.

My wolf immediately shuddered, almost as though something had frightened her, which was rather unusual for a bear wolf.

"What happened?" Ragnar turned around to look at me.

I wasn’t sure how he had picked up on it, but perhaps it was because I had slowed to a stop and started turning my head in different directions.

"Did you hear that?" I asked, pointing vaguely towards the woods.

"Yeah, wolves. So?" he replied casually. "Someone probably came out for a run with their mate. Why?"

He was locking the cabin door while I stood on the front porch, rubbing my hands together and glancing around.

After slipping the keys into his pocket, he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Is it your wolf?" he questioned.

He didn’t know much about her, so I supposed he was trying to understand what was happening.

"Art," I repeated. "Her name is Art."

He nodded, and something about his expression seemed almost reassuring, perhaps because he had realized that my wolf was finally awake enough for me to communicate with her.

"And yes, I don’t know what happened, but she suddenly got really scared," I mumbled.

Ragnar scrunched his nose, seemingly trying to make sense of what I was telling him.

"Come on, let’s just go home," I urged.

For some reason, my wolf was growing increasingly anxious, and the uneasiness spreading through me was beginning to feel strange.

I had barely taken a few steps ahead of Ragnar when I stopped and turned around, wondering why he wasn’t following me.

But before I could say anything, he moved past me, took my hand in his, and began leading me forward.

And just like that, the anxiety that had been stirring inside my wolf gradually started to fade.

A strange sense of comfort settled over her, as though whatever had frightened her moments ago no longer seemed quite so terrifying.