The lies had slipped so easily out of her mouth, but while Marsh invited Finn to stay for dinner, Anna started to shake. I knew what she was thinking.
My wolves hadn’t made it back. Interesting that she would worry for them so. I knew that my wolves were fine. I would feel if they were dead. Finn had lied. I couldn’t tell Anna that. I also didn’t know why. We spent the next two hours as guests while Marsh happily relayed stories of little Anna that set my teeth on edge and tested me in every way possible.
Anna, meanwhile, never blinked an eye. Afterward, I quickly shut down Marsh’s suggestion that we sleep in the cabin. When he mentioned we could all shift and sleep together, I felt the first sign of Anna’s fear and panic.
“Anna’s wolf does not come out unless we’re home,” I said, pla
