I snapped the book shut and met his eyes. “Is that so wrong?”
He blinked, surprised by the bite in my tone. “No,” he said after a beat. “I just didn’t think you cared about that kind of thing.”
“Well, you thought wrong. Now go away.”
For once, he didn’t have an immediate comeback. His expression shifted, narrow for half a heartbeat before that smirk slid back into place.
“You know,” he said, drumming his fingers against the table, “if you really want to fix this, I might be able to help.”
I frowned. “Help?”
He leaned forward, elbows on the table, closing the space between us in a way that made me instinctively pull back. “Yeah. There’s this old method my family uses. Kind of a… ritual, I guess. For wolfless who can’t shift. It’s supposed to break whatever’s blocking them. Worked for
