After a few precious seconds of meeting his gaze, I flicked my eyes to the side. The power coming off him made it an effort, even for me. That and the whisper of the rest of the pack at the gates of my mind-closed for business, thank you very much-spurred me into choosing the lesser of two evils in my interaction with the aforementioned pissed-off werewolf.Ĭalmly, I brought my eyes to Callum’s. It also drove me into a hierarchy I’d never subscribed to. The Mark tied me to Callum and the rest of the pack, and it served as an ever-present reminder that they were bound to protect me as one of their own. My right hip twinged just above the band of my low-rise jeans, and my fingers played along the edges of the scar that lived there. Growing up the way I did, you learn a few things, so I knew the dangers involved in standing my ground and the ones that came with letting it go. On a human, the same motion would have conveyed sharp irritation, but on Callum’s face, the expression was mild, until and unless you looked for the power behind the gaze and caught a glint of the wolf staring back. The math in this particular equation never came out in my favor.Ĭallum, I said, feigning surprise at his sudden appearance in my workshop. Four names, five words, one pissed-off werewolf.
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