If I can feel more of her, she must be able to sense me, too. Will my wolf’s madness influence her?
It wasn’t a problem I’d had to consider the last time we’d been in Antarctica. Then, we’d had no idea that Celeste was a shifter. Her wolf had still been slumbering.
Great. Yet another risk for me to manage.
Sometimes, it felt like that’s all I did—manage risks. I turned to Walter, cutting him off.
“My wolf may cause Celeste to shift,” I said abruptly.
To his credit, Walter didn’t even blink, taking my lack of focus in stride.
“I see,” he said, studying me for a moment. We’d informed him earlier about Celeste’s unknown heritage, but hadn’t dropped other details. Frankly, we didn’t have any other details to give. “Will she be running with you?”
“Absolutely not,” I snapped, growling at
