When he put it like that, it made it sound like we had a lot more in common than I’d thought.
“How did that guy know about the package and exactly where you kept it?” Grady asked.
A shiver chased down my spine. Because he’d been watching, maybe right through the window, and I hadn’t even known.
"Have you seen that man before?" Archer cleared his throat like he was testing to see if I'd admit it or not—the part about seeing, specifically.
"No, I... No..." But I had seen him,reallyseen him, from outside the window through the wolves' eyes. How could something like that be real?
I could feel both Archer and Grady’s gazes on me, waiting since I'd trailed off.
"Something happened to me in the forest when I was being attacked by the wolves,” I said. “I could see. It happened again when I woke up here that first time. And again today. I saw the man then."
Silence, thick as Archer’s blood scenting the air.
"I don't follow. You're blind but you can see?" Grady asked.
"I can see through wolves." The words felt foreign on my tongue, their meaning rattling somewhere at the back of my head where they might never make sense. "Sasha and…you two."
After a weighted pause, Grady said, "Huh."
"That's it? Just huh?" I asked.
"I mean, that's all I got. This is… I've never heard of something like this."
"Describe it,” Archer said. “What does it look like when you see through…us?"
"It's like I'm right there inside your head, doing what you're doing up close and personal, and seeing all of it in detail." Bloody, horrifying detail. I swallowed thickly. "I never want to be in the middle of a wolf battle again."
"But you can't see through us right now in our human forms," Grady said.
"No."
"Try."
"I don't even know—"
"Try."
I sawed my teeth together, cursing his name a dozen different ways for being so goddamn bossy, but did as he said. But it wasn't a matter of concentrating hard. It had just happened, all on its own, without any help from me.
I shrugged. "It's not working. You have to be your…your wolf selves, and you have to be nearby. When you moved Sasha across the hall from me, I could no longer see."
Grady grunted, a disgusted sound.
"What?" I shot at him.
"That's what you call trying hard? You gave up after four seconds flat."
"Okay, okay," Archer said. "Let's go back to the attack in the woods. How many wolves' eyes could you see through?"
"Just one, the one standing over me.” Grady, I assumed. Protective then, unlike the hateful Grady now.
"Just our pack, then… Why?” Archer asked. “What could possibly cause that?"
Something unlocked in my chest, a feeling tied with a thread I had to follow, if I dared. "Moonshine itself has certain side effects in large amounts, even without the wolfsbane. You said your…pack was poisoned, and I…"
Archer sucked in a breath. "You were too?"
