Saul chuckled softly. “We both know that is not true. I’ve spent a long time thinking that you had the heart of a killer.”
“You agreed not too long ago that I was responsible for the death of your sister.”
“The hand of a killer is not the same as the heart of one.”
Enough of this bullshit. I didn’t know what Saul was doing, but I moved into the clearing.
“Shift and hunt. I’ll keep an eye on her,” I said stiffly.
With a nod, Saul stood and walked away. I grabbed a pack and walked closer to her and tossed it to her feet. The light of day had dimmed, and she was lit up by the orange glow of the fire. I could see every line of exhaustion on her face and the pain still lingering in her gaze.
There was no point in bringing it up. She was stubborn. If she didn’t want to shift, if she just w
