Chapter 7
There was nothing to do but obey Luke’s wishes. If the only way I could help was by disappearing, then I’d disappear in earnest. So I fled north and east, hundreds of miles away until I reached the closest thing I had to a home.
The apartment complex where my family was denning. New York City. The last place skinless would look for a missing wolf.
Which is why I woke, four months later, to the thunk of a throwing knife hitting its target. Ten seconds, then the sound reasserted itself, louder and closer.
If there hadn’t been a wall between us, the blade would have flown straight and true...into the side of my head.
Rather than reacting, I curled into the scent of cinnamon that emanated from the crook between my neck and shoulder. I hadn’t washed the wound, and I was glad of t
