![]() It was a fae artifact-a minor fae artifact, I’d been told. Until he’d drawn my attention to it, I hadn’t even realized that it had, once again, shown up where it shouldn’t be. I flexed my fingers, frowning with annoyance at the walking stick. “Did you bring this into bed last night?” he asked. He frowned, then crouched beside the bed and gently pulled the walking stick away. ![]() ![]() Something bad.” I closed my fist on the walking stick that lay against me. ![]() “No one else in the house is disturbed,” he said, turning his head to look at me. My link to the Columbia Basin werewolves was through simple membership, but Adam was the Alpha. I felt him stretch his awareness through the pack, though I couldn’t follow what he learned. He let me go and rolled off the bed and onto his feet. It felt like I’d heard something, but I’d been asleep, and now I couldn’t remember what had startled me. “I heard something,” I told Adam, though I wasn’t certain it was true. If there were something wrong, his voice would have been crisp and his muscles stiff. Whatever had awakened me hadn’t bothered my husband. “Mercy?” Adam’s voice was rough with sleep. ![]() Body stiff with tension, I listened for whatever had awakened me, but the early-summer night was free of unusual noises.Ī warm arm wrapped itself around my hips. I sat up in bed, a feeling of urgency gripping my stomach in iron claws. ![]()
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