The morning air had a bite to it as I stepped out of the motel's lobby. My mood slowly fell with each step.
Lingering unease from earlier still sat heavy in my stomach.
> Is this really what I want to do? Use my time to confirm that I'm carrying the child of a werewolf who tried to kill me? <
A man who was, in his way, responsible for the death of his mate. Jace Duskpaw… a man I'd never want to see again, thank you.
Vrika makes no real noise or motion after I ask this. Just stays vigilant for scents and danger.
Speaking of that, it alerts rapidly. Excitedly.
"Wow. She really went overboard…"
It might be easy for a human to mistake it as just the cool morning air, but I'd never forget this particular crispness. That Alpha came back by after all…
> She spread her scent here to keep other wolves away. Stupid but pretty… isn't really supposed to fit her! <
My wolf tilts its head - and I just sigh.
