Chapter Fifty-Eight
Drake was finishing pulling his shirt on, as Eli sat Abby on the bed. He picked up one of the pillows and fluffed it before gently nudging her to lay her head on it.
“I’m going to take care of some pack business before Owen gets here tonight,” Drake said as smoothed his shirt out. He looked at Abby as Eli covered her with his thick, black comforter.
“Get some rest kitten,” he said as he moved towards the bed. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before pulling back to look at Eli.
Eli made himself comfortable beside his yawning mate.
“And you,” he pointed at the wolf, “let her rest.”
Eli held a hand to his chest and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Yes, you.” Drake all but growled.
The handsome singer rolled his eyes. “Relax, I’m not going to do anything. She’s
