Shay
“W
e should step outside.” Kane’s words broke my reverie, stilled my hands where they were sunk into Dirge’s filthy, matted fur. I didn’t even care. There was something soothing about touching him, even if he needed about ten baths and a major haircut.
“Not yet,” I pleaded, squeezing Dirge’s neck a little tighter.
“Just for a few moments. We will return.” When I didn’t move, he added a hint of alpha command. “Come.”
My limbs moved without my permission, releasing Dirge as I rose to my feet like a puppet on strings.
I bit back my irritation. I was trying to moderate my emotions so that Dirge could better control his. He was attuned to me. I knew it instinctually, even though he couldn’t say. When I’d gotten upset, he’d comforted me in the only way he could.
Following Kane out of
