CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“I need to talk to him,” I tell Jake.
His eyebrows pinch together. I can tell he doesn’t like it, but he also won’t try to stop me. Not that he ever could. Ryan and I are pack, bound together by our ancestors and this harsh desert life. No matter where I go or what I do, nothing will ever change that.
Stepping away from Jake, I follow the path to Ryan’s cabin. My heart pounds against my ribcage with every stealthy step I take over the dry, crackling leaves. The night air is cool, whispering through the village and carrying the distant howl of our kin.
Ryan stops at the door, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dark wood. He doesn't turn, but I know he senses me. "Lily," he says, his voice low and rough like gravel.
"Ryan." My own voice emerges as a breathl
