She cuts off as a ruckus rises. We turn just in time to see Koen ramming his head into the flank of a newcomer. He gets in a few bruising hits, then pins the dark gray wolf to the ground with enough pressure to suffocate and stops only when he whines in pain.
Amanda clears her throat. “Maybe Koen’s not the best option just now. Things are . . . a lot.”
“Is something happening? Is it that meeting with the huddle leaders you mentioned?”
“No. Well, yes. But that is . . . It might be nothing. We’re still hoping . . .” She scrunches her nose. “Actually, this one might have to do with you.”
“With me?”
“Well, he’s living under the same roof as his mate. He’s around you a lot, and I think he . . . he feels it. If you know what I mean.”
I don’t, really— until I do. And no longer want to intak
