“Can you read my mind?” I asked, astonished.
No response.
“No?”
Another huff.
“Okay,” I said, “no, you can’t read my mind.” I chewed the inside of my cheek briefly. “Is Reid in danger?”
Cujo huffed and nodded once, and my stomach plummeted.
“Is the danger within the pack?” I pressed.
No response.
“Okay.” I was hardly relieved. “Is the danger Faustine?”
Another huff, and even a stomp on the mattress next to Grady’s shoulder body with his left front paw.
“An enthusiastic yes…but we already know Faustine is a threat. Are our pack members a threat?”
No response.
“So, Silas is wrong.” I leaned back in my chair. “Fear keeps people in line.” My brow furrowed again, as I noticed the way Cujo was watching me. Somehow, something was off about his expression. It seemed…too human. “Cujo,
