Chapter 6
“You heard him. She’s not the sword maiden.”
Ruth’s voice rose from behind me, but all I could see was Luke’s lips. The ones I’d kissed moments earlier, now tight and b****y. As if Luke had morphed into someone else while tearing his father to pieces. As if he’d forgotten our bond. Shed his sheep’s clothing. Turned into a full-fledged wolf.
Still, he extended a hand, pulling me to my feet as easily as if I was a half-filled grocery bag. His touch left dark smears across my palm.
“My sister is right,” he said into the eerie silence. On the other side of the railing, dozens of skinless stood frozen, every eye upon us. Some were lupine, others human. Most had blood somewhere on their skin.
“Ruth is the sword maiden,” Luke continued. “Think I’m doing a bad job? Think you’re stro
