Chapter 23
As soon as Victor was out of sight, I shifted and sprinted. Back through the forest. Back through a camp full of murmuring, waking shifters. Back into the unzipped tent where Luke was just beginning to claw his way up out of sleep.
I pressed the tent flap closed, let my pelt slough off me, then faced the cinnamon-scented skinless I’d chosen to nibble on yesterday—or was that the day before? “Can you hear me?” I asked, peering into his eyes for signs that our mental pathway was once again open for business.
“Of course.” He slid out of the sleeping bag, n***d and filthy. Streaks of mud and spots of leaf litter dotted his rippling muscles. Running back and forth from Wolf Camp yesterday must not have been easy. Still, when my gaze dropped to Luke’s ankle, the day brightened.
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