Chapter 15
The other female—Dakota—and I didn’t gossip, of course. Instead, we ended up tossing knives into a tree that didn’t particularly deserve the violence of our competition, focusing the other half of our attention on the conversation taking place just out of range of shifter ears.
Under other circumstances, our physical rivalry would have been engrossing. But it was maddening to rely on scents alone to guess what was taking place on the far side of the meadow. Beyond frustrating to be left wondering whether Malachi and Troy were considering every possibility or were going off on wild tangents bound to get me—and my mate—killed.
Which might be why Dakota caved and began offering up clues before the sun had moved more than two fingers’ width across the sky.
“You’re skating on thi
