Tye shakes his head, changing the subject. “I’ve never seen anything like that last night. Una didn’t stand a chance.” “You take her to her cabin?” I don’t know why I’m asking. Or why I’m suddenly anxious for the answer. And it’s not just me. My wolf’s ears are perked, too. Maybe this is all him. He’s got some weird attraction to crazy chicks. Of course, that’s not possible. The wolf and I are two forms, but one being. We don’t have different concerns. That’s a faulty construct. Like pain. It’s in your head. It’s not real. We are our wolves. Period. Every pup who was raised right knows that.
