“You were out on a leisurely walk? In the middle of the night, near the pack border?”
“I’m not sure. I followed him for a while to see where he was going. I thought it was weird he was going to the pack border.” Hugo shrugged and looked away. The scent of his anxiety grew.
“Why did you decide to go for the walk?”
“I wanted to see where he was going.” Partial lie.
“No, why did you go for the walk in the first place?”
“I… wanted to stretch my legs.” Hugo slowly said, as if he wasn’t sure. He keeps telling half-truths. He’s testing the limits of how much Ansel can tell. Maybe at some point Hugo had walked to stretch his legs. But that wasn’t the reason Ansel was looking for. And Hugo knew it. I squinted at Hugo and tried to read his body language for anything that might hint to why he wa
