Chapter 14
He wasn’t in wolf form. Instead, he was two-legged and fully clothed, a slightly damp knapsack slung over one shoulder. Without waiting for my answer, he reached inside the pack and drew out an even wetter bottle of water.
The tamper-proof seal had been twisted open and flecks of stream muck floated in the not-quite clear liquid inside. “From the creek,” he explained, his voice gruff and his eyes refusing to meet mine. “We followed your trail there last night. I gather you can drink this?”
My throat was abruptly dry and tight, and not just from thirst either. Ryder’s final question had come out as a challenge, one that seemed to be pointed at himself as much as me. I’d betrayed him, yet he’d gone to gather water for me anyway. He was frustrated at both of us.
And I was only
