run in with Eamon and Lochlan was so unsettling. Males will be gross at dinner or at the swims after runs, but they don’t corner us. I don’t understand what he’s getting at, though. “You’re safe,” he says again, emphatic. He glances over at me, his eyes intense. “So why can’t I leave?” I blink. He wants me to answer? I don’t know. “Well, maybe your wolf—” He cuts me off. “It’s not just my wolf.” He sort of pounds his chest once with his fist. “I can’t leave.” “Oh.”
