Chapter 12Nash bit the inside of his cheek. He’d heard Arlo’s song, had watched him through the window as he’d stood in the dark and brushed his hair, and he’d never sensed such sorrow in his entire life.
What creature sang like that? There hadn’t been words, just…sounds.
The beast didn’t care, he wanted to tackle Arlo to the bed and f**k him silly—it was their right to do so, but Nash reined him in. Not tonight.
The claws raking his ribcage were sharp enough to make him wince, but he pretended he wasn’t fighting a war with himself, and once again prodded Arlo to eat.
He took a small bite and frowned at Nash. “How did you get into town and back?”
“I ran.” He shrugged. He’d never had a car, didn’t know how to drive, and why would he need one when it didn’t take him much longer to run p
