“When’s the last time you ate?”
“Uhh.”
I laugh. “Come on.”
We shut the machine off together. He grabs a photo from the drying rack and hands it to me. “Give this to Taren, would you? I’m gonna go lie down.”
It’s a picture of Neal, all soft focus and soft light. He’s been going through several of my dad’s old negatives, practicing with the enlargers. Everyone in the house is loving it, reliving old memories. Mom had cried when Tobias gave her a photo of her and Dad together.
Tobias turns into my room without a word.
“Be rightthere.”
Downstairs, I tell my mom we’re skipping dinner. “He’s got another headache.”
She frowns. “Maybe Red needs to give him a different tonic.”
“Maybe he needs to spend a little less time in the darkroom,” I say with a laugh.
She smiles a little. “That’s possible too. I’ll change out the air filter. It should help.”
“Thanks.”
Before heading back upstairs, I stop by the office. Grant and Forest are poring over maps, with the drone feed flickering on the monitor.
“Did you see anything out there?” I ask.
Grant shakes his head. “No.”
“Keep looking. I felt something today.”
They both narrow their eyes. “Where?”
“West and north ends. I never saw it, but I’m certain something was there.”
Grant nods. “I’m losing light, but I’ll keep trying.”
I turn to leave, but pause in the doorway. “Sage mentioned you’re going to Prodigy soon. I want in.”
Forest looks up sharply. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re not thinking clearly,” he says. “Yesterday, you charged a full wolf thinking it was a shifter. You know better than that.”
I grit my teeth. My damn shoulder still aches from the nip that wolf gave me too. “I’m fine.” My voice comes out harder than I intend. “And I’m going.”
Forest leans forward. “It’s just a supply run.”
“Bullshit. You’re talking to Kaine,” I bite out. “He’s found one of them.”
Neither of them denies it.
“They’re threatening Tobias, Uncle. I need to go.”
There’s a long pause as the men weigh the options, but it doesn’t matter what they say. I’ll be in that car one way or another.
Finally, Grant nods. “Fine. We leave at three o’clock.”
