I turned to run– I needed as much of a gap between us as I could manage to outrun a Lycan. And even then, it was a race not in my favor.
But before I could bolt, Derek called out to me:
“Are you not curious as to your brother’s whereabouts?”
That froze me in my tracks. Items engraved with my family’s crest, someone like Derek might have been able to procure. But the note that called me ‘tiny paw’, and him now bringing up my brother–
Cyrus, the golden son of Pack Graupelfyr, whose grin could light a heart on the darkest eve, who let me crawl into his bed when the others’ scary stories got the better of me. To think he had been subjugated by this louse….
I slowly turned to face Derek, guarding my distance.
Trying to keep my voice level when all I wanted to do was scream, I asked him, “
