Chapter 31. The Wrong Question

Silas POV

Everything in me wanted to run after it.

My wolf was already halfway out of my skin, hackles up, a growl climbing my throat. A collared wolf, on our land, a mile from the fire road, watching her. Watching her first change. The most private thing a wolf ever does, and that thing had stood on the rocks and stared.

I took one step toward the trees.

Beside me, she whimpered.

No. Not a whimper. She didn't make a sound. She couldn't. But her whole body pressed against my leg, shaking, and her ears were flat, and she was looking up at me with wide, silver-gray eyes that were still, under the wolf, completely Wren.

Don't leave me.

I didn't need a link for that.

I stopped. I made myself breathe. I crouched down beside her in the cold grass and put my hand on her back, and the link to Dom went dead again, like a phone line cut with scissors. I didn't care.

"I'm not going anywhere," I