“It was all but crushed four days ago.What did he expect?”
“I could ask the same of you.Your wolf tried to get up and run last night.”
“Run?”I could barely sit up.
“She decided against it after a few minutes,” Cyrus said dryly.
“Yeah, I bet.”
“But that’s not the real problem,” he added.
“Then what is?”
“He won’t talk about it, but Noah blames himself for what happened.If you’d died...well, shattered leg or no, he’d probably be off hunting your attacker right now.But you already took care of that, so he has nothing to do but stew in it, nothing to savage, no way to regain his honor—”
“What honor?He didn’t do anything wrong.That thing was twice his size—”
“Something I have pointed out to no effect.When you feel better—”
“I feel better now,” I grabbed some jeans from the low chest serving as a nightstand and tried to pull them on.
And failed.
Goddamn it, I hated being this weak!
“Not a chance.”Cyrus put a hand on my shoulder, and it may as well have been made out of solid lead.“You’re going to rest.”
“I’m going to lose my shit, is what I’m going to do.I can’t stay in this room anymore!”
“You almost died less than a week ago.You damned well can.”
I snarled at him.“I’m a Were—or something—I don’t even know anymore.But I’m not that fragile!
“But you are that stubborn.”
I glared at him.
He looked calmly back.
“Did she run you a merry chase?”I asked, after a moment.
“Who?”
“My wolf.Last night.”
“You don’t remember?”
“No.I don’t always when she’s in charge; you know that.”That wasn’t normal for an adult Were, but most of them had known their alter egos for decades by now; I hadn’t.And until we were properly integrated, spotty memory was normal.
“Really?”Cyrus asked.“Just as well.”
“What does that mean?”
He crossed his arms.“It means I’ll make you a deal.You can sit out back and soak up some sun for an hour or two, if you promise to do nothing else—except eat.”
“Who died and left you boss?”
A dark eyebrow raised.“No one, thankfully.And I intend to keep it that way.”
