Fane
to the size of Theron's shadow. I focused on the mundane details-the list of herbs for my grandmother, the time I was sup
uiet, watchful attentiveness. He walked beside me as we left the
ing toward the gravel lot where my ba
gently steered me in the opposite direction, toward t
tered. "Ther
devoid of markings, with windows so darkly tinted they looked like polished obsidian. It was an armored transport, the
ron, their expressions a mixture of confusion and a deference I had never seen them give him before. He wasn't their Beta.
is?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper
ing us in near-total silence. The roar of the engine was a distant, powerful rumble. H
shboard. Theron didn't have friends who owed
talked about the price of moon-petal herbs, about a pup in the nursery who was showing early si
alfway to town
mped along his cheek. I felt it before I saw it-a wave of cold, murderous fury radiating from him, so potent it made the air in the car feel
ed in a battle I couldn't see. After a long, suffocating minute, the feeling receded, leavin
ked, my heart hammer
. "Never better," he said, giving me a soft smile. "Just thinking about ho
, cheerful face. Theron walked me to the door, his hand once again proprietary on my ba
la
e. His presence was a heavy blanket, smothering the light conversation. I tried to talk to Rona about my grandmother's failing
e intense gaze never left my face. He wasn't listening to the c
the car had been a conversation. A mind-link. A voice,
nce. How long until your mate finds ou
s furious,
depends on me. She w
m?" Rona asked abruptly, her eyes pleadi
m the table. The moment we were around the corner, hidden from his
ely. "He looks at you like you're a pie
ed, the words tasting like
curls flying. "This is more than that. I'm
t th
Do you remember that boy from the Silver Creek pack, Leo? The one who had a cr
e. Leo had just... stopped. I'd assum
saw a fire. It was Theron. He was sitting there, calm as anything, feeding Leo's letters into the flames, one by one.
ath hi
He didn't look angry. He just smiled. He put a finger to his lips and said, *'Don't
l dissolved into a dull roar. Rona's story wasn't a rumor. It was a memory. A concrete, chilling piece
p between the door and the frame, I could see our table. I could see Theron. He had picked up my water glass and was me
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