“I bet you, she won’t do it,” Sarahwhispered.
“Very well,” Cassandrasaid.
Keeping her gaze locked on Lucas, brown fur poured from her pores, and then her eyes flashed with an inhuman glow, and she landed on all fours, trampling our Sillin-theory the same way she trampled the broken blades of grass underneath herpaws.
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Awhooshof breath lurched from Lucas’s mouth. “How?” hewhispered.
Sarah blinked hard at the wolf that was slowly turning back into awoman.
Once Cassandra was in skin, she craned her neck to look up at us, pulling the bandage that had slid down her thigh back up. “Have I satisfied your curiosity, Mr.Mason?”
Lucas’s lips were still parted, but no sound came out ofhim.
Could she have applied a cream to her body that would’ve made Juliansick?
“Was Julian allergic to anything?” I askedSarah.
She shook her head, eyes so wide there was white around heririses.
“Fuck,” Lucas finally said, just as heavy footsteps pounded the terracefloor.
We all turned toward thedisturbance.
Gripped between August and Cole stood a boy no older than I was. Was this the infamous Alex Morgan? Everest’skiller?
Alex had the blond curls of a cherub, a boyish jaw that had yet to be chiseled by life even though it was riddled with fading bruises that matched the violet shade of his eyes. He was more pretty-boy than cold-bloodedkiller.
“Damn, she’s way hotter in real,” he said, gaze raking overme.
August smacked his elbow into the side of Alex’shead.
“Ow. What was that for?” Alex carped, trying to raise his hand to cradle his head, but both Cole and August clamped down on his wrists, pinning them behind his lankybody.
Alex really didn’t look like he needed two mammoth shifters to keep him in check. Then again, there was something slippery about him, as though he were more eel thanwolf.
“Hekilled Everest?” Sarahasked.
“I know, right,” Lucasgrumbled.
Alex smirked at Sarah, or rather at her rack. “The region’s good to itsfemales.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Lucasgrowled.
Alex grinned, seemingly getting off on irritating everyone. He stared beyond us then, at the lawn. “Hey, Ma, I’mhome!”
A couple muffled laughs rose from the Creekpack.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt him,” Cassandra snarled atLiam.
“No. We said we wouldn’t kill him. And we didn’t.” Liam sounded chillinglycalm.
Cassandra gave him a hard stare. “Your terms. What arethey?”
“You take your pack and leave Boulderimmediately.”
Sarahgasped.
