“That was very unlike you,” Slate told Thane as they walked back to their packhouse, “Why didn’t you just give him back the girl, I know you don’t care for her.”
Thane's steps were deliberate as he walked alongside Slate, his thoughts a swirl of conflicting emotions. "I know," Thane replied to Slate's observation. "It was more than just refusing Lucas. When he mentioned giving her back, something... it didn't sit right with me."
Slate arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
Thane's gaze turned distant, his eyes fixed on the path before them. "It was the look on Lucas's face," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "And the look on her face. When I found her, she was running from his betas. She said they wanted to kill her.”
“That is understandable, she did
