CHAPTER 25

　　Raleigh:

　　We continued our walk through the forest quietly, even the conversation behind us simmering down until all we heard were the hesitant sounds of the damp forest. The pack lines were becoming clearer now, and I was surprised just how far the wolf had carried me while I was knocked out. I looked down on the dry grass, where a stain of blood caught my eye. I felt bile rise in my throat and I turned away from the sight quickly. Having nothing else to occupy myself with, I spent the next few minutes studying Lucien.

　　He was handsome, I already knew that. Looking at him now, though, with the moon highlighting his wolfish features, I saw more of the shifter, the werewolf, his pack saw. I saw the darkly covered wolf with vibrant, promising, and feral eyes. Golden eyes with black specs, promising a dirty and gruesome end.