"Mary."
Nobody moved.
Not even me.
Silas stared at Celeste through Callan's eyes.
Gold.
Furious.
Certain.
My grandmother looked like someone had hit her.
"No."
Silas growled.
"Mary."
"Callan," I whispered.
His head snapped toward me.
The gold flickered.
Brown.
Gold again.
"Easy."
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to an Alpha wolf currently borrowing his human's body.
Silas bared Callan's teeth.
"Fine. Not easy."
Marcus muttered, "Excellent adjustment."
I ignored him.
"Silas, what about Mary?"
His breathing was rough.
Images moved behind his eyes.
I could almost feel them.
Not see them.
Not yet.
Celeste took one step forward.
"Silas."
He snarled at her.
She stopped.
"Mary wasn't Circle."
"No."
The word came out deeper than Callan's voice.
"Then wh
