I resisted the urge to turn and stare at her again, instead, choosing to do so through my peripheral vision, watching her through the corners of my eyes. Once again, I found that she was frowning, her eyes tracing the outlines of the houses as if she was seeing something that wasn’t there, or perhaps she was trying to find something that wasn’t actually there.
But I knew exactly what it was that had her features contorting in such a manner. I knew all too well, and I wished that I didn’t.
Blair had been around the pack long enough to pick up on what some of their habits were, and she was also smart enough to know that something like this was far from normal, and way too coincidental to be possible—the total blackout of a pack.
She was as suspicious as ever, so aware of everything that
