“Stand,” Killian commands. “Fight me.” ShroomForager3000 shakes his head hard, waxed beard swaying as a whole. “No way, dude. I didn’t know the shrooms were yours, man. If I had known, I wouldn’t have made an offer, hand to God.” He raises his hand. “I don’t want any trouble.” Killian just stands there, growling. My wolf whimpers, and in the silence, it resonates in my own throat.
