“What do we do now?” the stockier werewolf asked.
Resolution settled on Caroline’s features. “Same thing as before. Track down Brax and the rest and save them.”
“How?” Sondra asked. “We don’t even know where they’ve gone.”
Despite the pessimism in her words, I could tell it was frustration and fear feeding her cynicism rather than a desire to give up. Sondra was scared for her pack, and it was making her aggressive and reckless in a way that was unlike her.
“That’s why we were hoping to speak to Baran,” Caroline told me almost apologetically.
I nodded, looking up at Connor in question.
He fixated on the wall next to Caroline with an expression that I would have called grumpy if it had been on any other person.
“Connor?” I called, my voice rising at the end in question.
Why did it feel like he was avoiding me?
“You’re being awful quiet. Got something to add?”
The lack of response confirmed my fears. Hewasavoiding me. The bastard.
I poked him in the side, really drilling my finger in to get my point across. I might as well not have bothered since his abs were like granite, leaving my finger feeling bruised. I was pretty sure it hurt me more than it hurt him.
“What are you not telling me? Where are Inara and Baran?” I asked.
By now, I had a guess, but I wanted to hear it in his own words.
His jaw worked back and forth in a rare show of frustration before he finally dropped his gaze to mine. “They may have snuck away shortly after dawn.”
“How is that possible?”
This was Connor we were talking about. He didn’t have my same vulnerabilities to the sun. With his extensive experience and general badassness, he should have been perfectly capable of keeping an eye on them.
“I may have overlooked a few things regarding the pixie.”
Ah. I see.
“She got the drop on you.”
Oh, the blow to his ego that he must have felt.
If it had been any other circumstances, I might not have fought off my urge to laugh.
“When we find her again, we will have to add a few more ground rules to our list,” he said with all the ruffled dignity he could muster.
“I wasn’t aware we had ground rules.”
“I plan to make them,” he declared.
Good luck with that. I couldn’t see the pixies responding well to being dictated to.
That was if they survived whatever was going on.
With that dire thought in my mind, I glanced over to find devastation on all four of the werewolves’ faces.
“That’s it, then. Our pack is gone,” the taller wolf whispered.
This time Sondra and Caroline didn’t correct him.
