CAINE
My overeager steps slow as I approach the witch's RV, an unwelcome and all-too-familiar scent heavy in the air.
That damned whelp of an alpha was here.
I barely glance at Reggie's unconscious form sprawled several feet from the camper. I'll address his failure to protect what's mine later.
Pacing the perimeter helps keep my boiling blood at a simmer, even as Fenris growls and snaps in my head. He's been half-asleep all morning, grumpy with the decision to keep him away from Grace and the children, and harassing me every step of the way here to remind me how terrible of an idea that was.
Just shut up and manifest already.
No way. I'm not manifesting until I know she isn't angry.
Fucking coward of a wolf.
No, I just don't want to share blame with my idiot soulbond.
Still a coward, though.
