And that alone scares me shitless.
“He leaves first thing.”
Callum draws back, his surprise evident. “I thought we were going to vote?”
“About telling Morgan the truth. We won’t need to if he’s not here.” And if he already suspects.
I can tell Cal doesn’t like it, but all he says is, “You sure?”
No.
Even thinking ithurts.
But it’ll only get worse if he stays and I can’t... I can’t do that. So I nod once, my glare telling him not to push this, while the rest of me hopes that he ignores every stupid thing coming out of my mouth.
“I’ll let the others know.”
I watch him walk away, hands fisted at my sides so I don’t try to stop him. Don’t tell him I’ve changed my mind.
My head is a fucking mess right now. I feel... too much.
I can’t think clearly with my wolf lurking just under my skin. Instinct wars with the need to protect myself.
My pack.
Him.
Conflicted doesn’t even come close to describing how I feel, and it makes no fucking sense. I hardly know him. I don’twantto know him.
That’s not true.
Goddess help me, I’m no good to anyone like this.
I need to shift.
Now.
I make it to the side of the building before I give in.
My surroundings blur, clothes tearing as I pull on that feeling deep inside. The one that’s always there, waiting.
Pain cuts through all the bullshit in my mind until all that’s left is the simple and uncomplicated urge to run.
To hunt.
To let my most primal self take over so I can escape.
So that’s exactly what I do.
10
MORGAN
I’m tremblingas I climb the stairs on autopilot.
Partly from fear, but that’s taken a back seat to the sudden exhaustion. Nothing feels like it’s coming apart, thank fuck, but my body’s getting heavier with each step. Like it’s had too much excitement for one day and has given up.
I don’t blame it.
