My stomach twisted. What if he found out I couldn’t shift? At least, for now, I had a reason to delay.
He dug through one of the bright leather bags tied to the bike. Painted in sharp reds, blues, and yellows, they looked like his moccasins. A quiet murmur escaped him when he found what he needed. Bandages. Antiseptic.
He came toward me carefully. I tensed. Alphas weren’t usually gentle.
“You’ll want to stow the knife,” he said, lips twitching. “The ride’s rough.”
I hated giving it up, but he was right. I held it out.
“Trade,” he said. He handed me the supplies and took my knife carefully. “I’ll return it later.”
I nodded, trusting him… but I noted exactly where he put it.
Seeing I wasn’t making progress, he said, “Let me help.”
He poured antiseptic over my cuts. I hissed. His eyes
