Harmon's POV
Someone was following me.
I had felt it since I left Netilan and made my way back through the cities toward home. I had promised myself I would not go back so soon, but something had been pulling at me ever since Brandon's warning. Everything in me said the answers would be waiting there.
The follower kept their distance — black hoodie, black jeans — but they were consistent, and they were getting closer. I moved to the trees. Let them come to me.
I waited in a tall oak until they passed beneath it, then dropped, drove my dagger into their back, and put them on the ground. I pulled the hood back.
And I staggered.
Brandon.
"Brandon," I breathed, and went to him as he stood. I pulled him into me and held him as tightly as I could.
He did not hold me back.
My wolf scream
