"You don't believe me? I wouldn't lie to you."
Is it just me or is there a thread of sadness in his words?
We're interrupted by the air horn blaring and signaling the night's end. I look away from Ezra and over the trees back toward the Packhouse. "We should go back," I suggest.
Ezra scoffs. "Mateo can handle it." He laces his fingers through mine and the warmth works its way through me again.
I swallow and gingerly remove his hand from mine.
He frowns. "What's wrong?" he tries to grab my hand again.
"Nothing, but I thought you said you don't mess with Pack wolves," I remind him, turning slightly to look at him.
"I don't," he says.
"Then what's this?" I motion to the way I am practically sitting on him.
"I'm not messing with you Kat, as you put it," he protests. I don’t know what
