“Those wolves outside my house last night,” I say, my voice steady despite the way my pulse picks up again. “Don’t tell me they were nothing like you tried then because you know I saw them. You know I saw how they acted. How they were watching me.”
His expression doesn’t change much, but I still catch it. The slight tightening of his jaw, the flicker of something darker behind his eyes.
“They won’t come that close again,” he says.
My eyes narrow. “That’s not what I asked.”
“It’s the only answer that matters to me right now.”
“No.” I shake my head, pushing off the door and stepping further into the room. “No. You’re not doing this to me again, Asher. What matters is what they were and why they were there. Why can’t you tell me?”
His gaze tracks my movement, steady and unyielding. “The
