I showed Lycian the message without a word.
His jaw clenched. Gold bled into his eyes. Through the bond, I felt his wolf surge. Furious. Protective. Ready to hunt.
“We’re leaving,” he said. Voice tight. “Tonight. The beach trip. We’re going now.”
“We can’t run from this.”
“It’s not running. It’s regrouping. Getting you somewhere safe while we figure out who’s behind the messages.” He was already moving. Pulling out his phone. “Three weeks until the social trial. You can plan from anywhere.”
“Lycian, stop.” I caught his hand. “I’m not leaving. Not when we’re so close to the end.”
“They threatened you. Again. After Sterling was exposed. That means there’s someone else. Someone we haven’t identified.” His free hand cupped my face. Desperate. “I can’t lose you. I won’t.”
Through the bon
