The second Ezra turned toward the door and said Christopher’s wolves were moving in force, I knew there was no chance in hell I was staying in that cabin while everyone else ran toward the border.
He was already pulling his jacket on and reaching for the knife strapped to the chair by the door, and the matebond was pulsing so hard beneath my skin that it felt like a second heartbeat, sharp with urgency and anger and the kind of brutal focus that only ever hit him when violence was close.
“I’m coming.” I said causing Ezra looked at me immediately.
“No.”
I grabbed my own jacket off the hook by the door and shoved my arms into it before he could say anything else.
“That wasn’t a discussion.”
“Lainey.”
“Don’t.” I snapped, and I could hear how frayed my own voice sounded but I did not ca
