Chyrstal searched Castian’s face. Trying to read the elusive shifter. He pursed his lips. “And if it is? You want to leave?” he asked inquiringly.
“Can’t I?” she pried.
“Is that what you want?” he pressed, taking another step toward her.
“Would it be a problem to you?” she replied, shifting a foot forward.
“Of course,” he retorted flatly.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
This time, Chrystal paused. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” she said softly, her gaze fixed on him. “Ari and I – Ari, my wolf – and I. We don’t want you to get hurt,” she pressed, including her wolf’s shared opinion.
“We discussed it earlier, before…I’m not a warrior, I’ve never had a real fight before today…and even then, you stopped that fight before I got hurt badly.”
“I may not be of much use…or any use, but…I can run i
