Chapter 8
Grey’s arms slipped down to his sides even as Lupe released a shriek more agonizing than the one that had brought us running to this spot in the first place. “You,” she began, a tear brimming on each lower eyelid. Angrily, she dashed the moisture away before hunching her shoulders up around her ears as if to prevent further ill tidings from sneaking inside.
I glanced over at Hunter, half expecting him to mitigate his words. But he simply stood solid and uncaring, a hint of a smile hovering on his lips.
And it worked. The enforcer took a step away from his former hostage then turned toward Stormwinder, allowing Lupe to slip the rest of the way out of his grasp. “We should let them deal with their own pup,” Grey decided with a shrug. “It’s only one dead sheep, after all.”
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