River
“I can’t do this anymore,” I confessed, as I paced the room.
“Then don’t.” Luke sat down in the chair and crossed his legs. He seemed to be quite bemused by my current state of unrest.
“What?” I was surprised by his casual answer.
“Look, you’ve been laying low for months trying to flush this person out. We haven’t gotten any closer to finding them, and they don’t seem to be in a hurry to make the next move. Maybe they need a moving target.”
I stopped pacing and stared at him. “Maybe you are right. Maybe they need to see that I’m not weak and helpless.” I cringed as I said the words, because without my wolf, I really was weak and helpless. How could I defend myself against a shifted wolf?
“I don’t suppose this has anything to do with that pretty little mate of yours?” M
