Chapter 5
With the pack always at his heels, Andre was used to the anxiety that weighed in the pit of his stomach from dreading the inevitable. Many days, he barely noticed it. But waiting for Thomas to bring up their pre-dawn conversation put him back on the precipice. Would he try for another kiss? Was Andre an i***t for wishing he would? What about the attack? Would he ask more questions Andre didn’t dare answer?
He never went back to sleep. Telling Thomas about his father had brought back too many memories, images he usually succeeded in squelching long enough to function normally.
I was trying to protect him.
What weak words for such a horrifying night. Thomas would never have any idea what it had been like being the son of a pack leader known more for his fears of discovery than
