“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO?” I demanded as soon as we’d stalked far enough away so our words wouldn’t easily carry back to the shifters we’d left behind. “We need to call Robert and catch Grey before he kills again. The charcoal, the timing, Nina’s pups—it’s obvious he’s the one we’ve been hunting all along.”
“Agreed,” Hunter said simply.
“But...?” I drew him out. My muscles were vibrating with the urge to rush, to run, to reach Grey before it was too late. Still, I forced myself not to pace, to instead open myself to my mate’s essence and sense the wolf hidden beneath his skin.
What I saw scared me. Hunter’s animal half stood so still it almost appeared to be a mannequin rather than a living, breathing wolf. Only the beast’s eyes moved, flicking from side to side as it assessed each potenti
