"Not fair," she calls back, finally catching up, "I don't turn into a fish when I hit water. Damn, your fast."
"Not as fast as I'll be to go tell your father where you are," the voice cut through the lake making Hayley spin in the water to glare at the tall stocky red head glaring back at her.
"You followed me Jeziah?" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest to protect the fact she was nude, "you have no right-"
"You left the caves with a strange man. As a wolf of your pack it's my duty to make sure your safe," he replied cooly, "Gernesh won't be pleased your frolicking around naked with non-southerners."
"He's just jealous because I didn't invite him," Hayley muttered under her breath for Flynn to hear, "Guy has been after my affection for months now."
Jeziah sighed, "Cmon Hayley. What does a wolf have to do around here to get your attention? What the hell did this mutt do that I haven't?"
Hayley rolled her eyes, "your not my type Jeziah. Your brother is cuter."
She was talking about Bear. Bear was all muscle and bulk. Jeziah had his brothers height and build with wide shoulders but he did little training and in her opinion he let his body go to waste. Hayley had a very particular pallet for men.
"What is your type princess?" He asked exasperated.
"Strong, muscular. The type of man who can sweep me off my feet without asking. Any man like that doesn't need to vow his adoration to me. He knows what he wants and he needs no explanation."
"So this barbarian," Jeziah snarled.
"He's a hell of a step up then you'd be," she shot back, swimming closer to Flynn, "get lost Jeziah. And if you tell my father a word of where I am Ill personally make sure no girl in the pack dates you."
"Bitch!" He swore, turning and stomping away.
"Sorry about that," she muttered, embarrassed now, "he's a nice kid but when he started writing poetry and singing at my window I lost all interest. Not my type."