Chapter 27
They did not finish the talk in the stacks.
Vanessa’s scent hit the second floor and Nate moved first. He did not ask if Emilia was sure. He took her wrist, led her the opposite way from the light tread, down a staff stair that smelled like bleach and dust, into the cold behind the library. Rain had started, thin and mean. He did not let go until they were in his truck.
He drove without asking where. Emilia did not argue. Her dorm felt exposed. One lock. A window over the quad. A girl in a pale coat who already knew how to stand across the street and wait. Nate’s place felt like a decision. Her wolf wanted walls that smelled like him.
He parked behind her building first anyway.
“Pack your bag,” he said. “You are not sleeping here tonight.”
“Nate.”
“Someone has been in you
