things alone. Not anymore. You have Jaxson and me, and when the chips are
down, all the others will have your back. We look after our own.”
“That’s what people keep saying, but I don’t believe it. I’m not pack. I’m
not even really a wolf—just a LaSalle with a bad hair and nails problem.
Maybe I look it, but I’m not part of this family. When the time comes, I’m
going to be the first one voted off the island.”
She hesitated a suspiciously long time. “You’re more a part of this pack
now than you can know. You have Jaxson’s protection, and that means
everything to us. Hell, I lent you my favorite shirt. I wouldn’t do that if I
thought there was the slightest chance someone would hand you over to the
sorcerer.”
I looked down at the faded purple I Hit Like A Girl shirt and blinked.
“This is your favorite shirt?” I said flatly. It was bottom of the hamper
stuff.
I saw her flip her hair through the crack. “Absolutely. I like keeping
trophies of all my conquests.”
I laughed. “Oh, and what other trophies do you have?”
“That’s a conversation for another time. After some very heavy drinking.
But speaking of deviant behavior, what in the name of the gods are you doing
to that door, anyway?”
I paused for a second, then started on the last letter. “Carving a sorcerous
enchantment.”
“Really?” Her voice hushed and had the slightest hint of trepidation.
Wolves were so superstitious.
“No. I’m joking. I don’t know how to do that yet. Bathroom graffiti is the
best I’ve got.” With a flick of the blade, I unlatched the door and swung it
open to let Sam inspect my completed handywork.
I WILL KILL KAHANOV
She raised her eyebrows, and I shrugged as I dismissed the Soul Knife