Then I shifted the bag in my hand, stepped around him, and kept walking. I didn't look back, but I could feel his gaze on me all the way down the street.
I was quiet the rest of the walk home, running through the same thoughts I'd been circling for weeks, except they were more serious. Elias has proven to be less of a background concern, and more of a bigger threat to me. He wanted her back. Desperately, and I could tell from the look in his eyes.
Whatever he'd told himself about his Luna and his Pack and his carefully constructed life, he wanted Wren back, and he was going to keep finding ways to insert himself until either she let him in or someone made the alternative more compelling.
I intended to be the alternative.
Wren was already asleep when I got back to the apartment. She wa
