There was no way I was going to sit back while something was clearly wrong. My wolf might be gone, but the protective instincts that had made me a leader were still very much alive. I met his gaze without flinching.
For a moment, I thought he might argue. I could see the internal struggle playing out across his features, the desire to keep me safe warring with the knowledge of how stubborn I could be.
Finally, he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his already messy red hair. "Fine," he conceded, though I could hear the reluctance in his voice. "But stay behind me. We don't know what we're walking into, and I won't have you putting yourself in unnecessary danger,"
“I am sure it is nothing serious,” I said but even as I spoke I could hear the worry that seeped into my tone.
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