Korren didn’t leave.
That was the worst part.
He lingered near the fire as though he belonged there, as though this place—this cage—was simply another extension of his control. The other wolves melted back into the shadows, but he stayed where she could see him, where she had to feel his presence.
“You’re wondering how long,” he said quietly, breaking the silence.
Holly lifted her head, jaw tight. “How long what?”
“How long until Rowan realizes this wasn’t an accident,” Korren replied, adding another piece of wood to the fire. Sparks leapt upward, illuminating his face in sharp, shifting light. “How long until he realizes I wanted him gone. How long until the guilt eats him alive.”
Her chest tightened painfully.
“He’ll find me,” she said, more to herself than to him.
Korren hummed
