Derek
Derek stopped so abruptly that two warriors nearly collided with him, boots skidding on the gravel. He didn’t hear them. His mind had gone unnervingly still — the kind of stillness that came only when instinct overrode everything else.
Josephine’s voice replayed slowly in his head, threading through him like a blade sliding between ribs.
It looks like an obvious ploy to draw attention from something else.
Maybe the wolf was set loose as a distraction too.
Most people spoke without thinking.
It looked like Josephine spoke because she couldn’t stop her brain from connecting things others completely missed. And she had connected the wrong thing — or the right thing — at exactly the wrong moment. Wrong, since Derek suspected it might be too late. Because she was absolutely right. I
