Paige's POV
Fraser's room is at the end of the hall.
After dinner he and Dad and Declan fight over who gets Toby tonight. All three of them want him. They settle it with rock-paper-scissors.
Fraser wins.
He tells Declan to pull out clothes Toby can sleep in. Walks Toby to the door. Tells him to wash up. Then he turns around, grabs a cold beer, and drops onto the living room couch.
I stop in the hall.
"That's it for tonight?" There is more confusion in it than I meant to let out. "We don't pack. We don't leave. And we don't—" I tap my throat. My wrist. The places he used to make me scrub with soap and coffee and leather cleaner. "Scent. Fraser. You said wolves track. We walked out of that place and we didn't cover anything."
Fraser lifts a hand. Lazy.
"Someone already followed."
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