CHAPTER FOURTEEN
In the workshop, I lean against a workbench littered with metal scraps and various tools. The scent of oil hangs heavy in the air. Henry tinkers with something small and delicate, his hands deft for a human’s. His blonde hair falls over blue eyes focused intently on his task.
"Careful," I murmur, more out of habit than concern, my gaze sweeping the room for threats that never come. We're alone, save for the occasional echo of distant footsteps. Since I rejected him, an invisible barrier has risen between us, thick and suffocating. He doesn't look up, but I see his shoulders stiffen.
"Always am," he replies, the words light but lacking their usual humor.
I shift from foot to foot, restless under the weight of unspoken words. My wolf senses are on high alert, not for dan
