“But, ah, my wolf—apparently, he’s into your wolf.” He almost sounds embarrassed. Like his wolf’s a pervert or something. He’s such a dick. “She’s not interested.” I hike my chin. He’s quiet again. He stares down the path toward the commons. The lodge is still ablaze, but most of the cabins are dark. The families with young have long since put them to bed. “He won’t—” Killian clears his throat. “He won’t let me leave.” Oh. I dart a glance at his face. His jaw is rigid. His temple’s ticking.
