Dominic doesn’t blink.
“I know you,” Bri says quietly. “From the falls.”
His head tilts, exactly the tilt the white wolf gave her, curious and assessing. “Do you.”
Bri has to stifle a giggle.
“I wasn’t being rude,” she adds, keeping her tone even. “As you heard tonight, I’m not formally in the pack bond yet. I couldn’t answer you in wolf form even if I wanted to.”
A beat. Then the smallest nod, a concession to logic rather than apology.
Sera edges half a step closer to Bri, whispering loud enough for Dominic to hear. “Maybe Raeth shouldn’t be running around startling people at dawn,” she says lightly, but the warning underneath is not subtle. “Some of us prefer coffee before cryptic interrogations.”
At the name, something wry touches Dominic's mouth. “Raeth is still wondering what w
