![]() ![]() After a few precious seconds of meeting his gaze, I flicked my eyes to the side. ![]() The power coming off him made it an effort, even for me. That and the whisper of the rest of the pack at the gates of my mind-closed for business, thank you very much-spurred me into choosing the lesser of two evils in my interaction with the aforementioned pissed-off werewolf.Ĭalmly, I brought my eyes to Callum’s. It also drove me into a hierarchy I’d never subscribed to. The Mark tied me to Callum and the rest of the pack, and it served as an ever-present reminder that they were bound to protect me as one of their own. My right hip twinged just above the band of my low-rise jeans, and my fingers played along the edges of the scar that lived there. Growing up the way I did, you learn a few things, so I knew the dangers involved in standing my ground and the ones that came with letting it go. On a human, the same motion would have conveyed sharp irritation, but on Callum’s face, the expression was mild, until and unless you looked for the power behind the gaze and caught a glint of the wolf staring back. ![]() The math in this particular equation never came out in my favor.Ĭallum, I said, feigning surprise at his sudden appearance in my workshop. Four names, five words, one pissed-off werewolf. ![]()
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