Chapter 23
“What are you doing?” I demanded, scrambling after the statue.
Rock rang on rock. If the soapstone broke, Jacob’s shift might become permanent....
“What are you doing?” Claw’s breath on the back of my neck made me flinch and twist sideways even as the electricity of skin-on-stone contact bit into my palm.
My fingers curled around the statue. It wasn’t broken. Or, if it was, no magic had escaped in the process. I would have breathed a sigh of relief if Claw’s hand hadn’t settled, heavy and immovable, over mine.
Along with his hand came a change to the pack tethers. A tightening, restraining me. I wasn’t being strangled like when my wolf and I had fought previously. But there was no way I could finish the task I’d begun.
Meanwhile, Claw’s explanation, when it came, left a lo
