Ronan tried not to think about Sam again.
His mother had questioned him relentlessly after Sam fled, wanting to know what kind of being had no scent and no aura. But he didn’t have any answers. He couldn’t explain Sam.
Just like he couldn’t explain the way Koda had been short-tempered and irritated since Wednesday. He’d let the wolf run Wednesday evening, then again Thursday, and once more Friday after lunch, but Koda was still restless, pacing inside his head like something unseen was stalking their territory.
Ronan pushed into the pack library after Koda’s latest run. He felt gross. He hadn’t bothered to shower after training that morning, and now dried sweat and salt clung to his skin, making him desperate for hot water and soap.
But Elex wanted to talk, and Ronan knew his cousin wa
