This does not feel right.
Landry is too still, and I can feel an energy about him that is putting my own Lycan instincts on edge.
"Grey, we're going straight back to the car," he says quietly. His voice is calm, and somehow that frightens me more than if it were not.
His arm twitches briefly by his side, as if a part of him wants to reach for me.
For a moment, the man in the flat cap looks down, preoccupied with his phone. But as we begin walking, his gaze quickly lifts.
To me.
Only for a second.
Then it moves away again. But it's enough.
Landry steps closer, not touching me, but near enough that I feel the intention in it.
This is an alpha, doing what alphas are made to do.
Percieve threats.
Protect.
"Keep walking," he says, starting to move down the pavement the way we had co
