Chapter 30

• Devin dropped the bag beside Rayne’s shoes and shifted back. He dropped down to the floor. He was tired already and hadn’t even begun searching. He didn’t want to wait any longer than needed, but if he didn’t stop for a few and take in some food he wouldn’t make it. Shifting was hard on his man and the more he shifted back and forth, the more energy he consumed. Opening the bag, he pulled out some awful vanilla flavored nutritional supplement bars and ripped open the packaging. He’d prefer a large steak at this point, but didn’t have time for that, and he couldn’t very well find Rayne and offer her meat. She’d told his wolf she was a vegetarian, which at the time had been too ironic for thought, but he’d remembered at the last moment when he was packing a few supplies.
• Devin stood up and dressed between bites. He hoped the nylon straps he’d brought would be long enough to tie to the canoe and hook over his shoulder, but wasn’t sure. Whether they were or not wouldn’t matter, between the lake and the rain, he was going to be soaked. Securing everything else back into the water-resistant bag, he looked once more down at her camera and stepped out the door into the rushing wind.
• His shoulders hurt, back ached and he’d never been so wet in his life. Even the thought of a hot shower repulsed him right now. He’d made it almost to the shelter in roughly an hour. The wind was finally letting up, but the rain continued. His jeans were so wet, they were a few pounds heavier and he didn’t want to think about what would be chafed in the morning. He hadn’t thought to bring a flashlight, not that he needed one in the dark, but it would have allowed him to look further in the direction he was heading. If she wasn’t at the shelter, he wasn’t sure whether he was going to continue to drag the canoe along the shore or get in to paddle over each inch of the lake.