“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore.” Landon said, and my smile immediately dropped.
I blinked, sure I’d misheard him over the low jazz spilling from the restaurant speakers, but he wouldn't even look at me.
“Wait, what? Is this a joke?” I tried to laugh, but it came out dry. “You called me here to prank me or something?”
It had been a month since the attempted kidnap incident, and I was finally allowed to move around on my own again. No strangers lurked at corners or secretly tailed me anymore.
Whoever had been behind it must have been scared off, especially once word spread that my brothers were hunting for them. In the werewolf community, news travelled fast, and so did fear.
He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes fixed on something behind me.
“No. It’s not a joke.” His kne
