Maybe I should be more worried about myself. There are unfamiliar soldiers walking around the streets, and gun battles seemingly around every corner. Here, underground, where everything already echoes, it’s disorienting, not knowing which way the gunfire is coming from.
I move to step out of the capital building and onto the underground street when a hand catches my arm and yanks me back into the inside shadows.
I turn, ready to swing my knife but stop when I see Samuel’s bloody face. Oh, I could still smack him for separating us from Caleb, whose life now presumably hangs in the balance in that alleyway. But I don’t want to actually stab him. Yet.
“Where’s Leah?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he says. There’s something wild in his eyes, like his wolf is simmering just beneath the surface. “B
