GRAY
I stood there watching until Myra and the warriors disappeared into the woods. I couldn't catch my breath properly. Something felt off.
"Gray? You okay?" Reid asked, looking at me with concern. I was still staring at the spot where they'd gone, even though they were long gone.
I blinked, forcing myself to look away from the forest. "I'm fine."
Reid fell into step beside me as we walked back toward the pack house. From the corner of my eye, I caught him throwing glances my way. I could practically feel the questions bubbling inside him.
"What?" I finally snapped, the silence between us getting uncomfortable.
"Nothing," he replied too quickly. Then, after a pause, he added, "Just never seen you give anyone your mother's dagger before."
I quickened my pace. "It's a good weapon.
