Chapter 25
“What were you thinking?” Michael’s hiss caught my attention as I shimmered down to lupine form inside Luke’s tent.
“I had to!” This time Carly was the one going heavy on the exclamation points.
Sticking my nose out the door, I peered toward the conversation. At any other time, I would have debriefed the youngsters. Found out more about Easton’s skin and whether anyone had pried the existence of mine out of Michael.
But I couldn’t afford to show my pelt. Instead, I trusted Grace to deal with the kids while I padded toward six furry beings who had already assembled on the far side of the campsite. Sure enough, Bastion was present along with Victor, Arthur, and three wolves whose names I hadn’t caught.
“Thank you,” I sent to Luke. But it was as if there was a wall between us.
