The wolf stops in front of me.
Close enough to touch.
Close enough tosmell.
Earth and bourbon.
No.
No.
The wolf raises its head, and I see its eyes clearly for the first time.
Ice blue and painfully fucking familiar.
Killian’s eyes.
Chapter
Six
REGINA
Iwake up with my face pressed against Sean’s broad chest, his heartbeat slow and steady under my cheek.
For one disoriented moment, I don’t know where I am. The ceiling looks too high, too fancy. The familiar scent of old, dusty books tickles my nostrils. It’s a delightful smell, but not one I’d usually associate with the pack house.
Villeneuve’s house. Right.
The dream lingers at the edges of my consciousness. Killian’s eyes in a werewolf’s face.
I push it down. Can’t afford to think about that right now.
I’m in the garden when you’re ready to talk.
I jerk upright so fast I nearly roll off Sean’s torso and onto the floor.
Villeneuve’s voice.
In myhead.
“What the fuck,” I whisper.
Sean doesn’t stir. He’s out cold, one arm thrown over his face, the bandage over his eye slightly askew. Micah is curled against my other side, his glasses abandoned somewhere and his face relaxed in sleep.
I’m in the garden when you’re ready to talk…
The words echo again, fainter this time, like a message left on an answering machine waiting for me to pick it up.
How the hell is he doing that? I know he weaseled his way into the bond. I felt it during the healing ritual, that unfamiliar thread tangled up with the ones connecting me to my wolves. But speaking directly into my mind? Last I checked, that requires a mark. Teeth in skin and then some.
Villeneuve hasn’t marked me.
I extract myself from between Sean and Micah as carefully as I can manage. Which isn’t very careful at all, apparently, because the moment I’m gone, Micah rolls into the warm spot I left behind and ends up flopping across Sean’s chest.
Sean’s reaction is instantaneous and completely unconscious.
One second Micah is unwittingly cuddling up to him thinking it’s either me or a giant throw pillow. The next, Micah is airborne, launched off the chaise with enough force that he hits the floor with a thud that would wake the dead.
