Page 4 of Wolves in Love

“You’re not telling the others.”

“Not yet.”

“When?” She placed a hand on Talon’s.

Anders swallowed hard. Had she cared for the Wild Shade? He hadn’t thought that was the case.

She was staring at Talon. Anders was staring at her. He was the only one to notice Kastner’s fingers slowly changing into fangs.

“Never,” Anders said around his fangs. “He means to turn us over.”

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Misti made a scoffing sound. Who was Anders kidding? He was nothing but a murderer and a liar and—

That’s when she spied Kastner’s claws in her peripheral vision.

What in the hell?

She stood and faced Kastner. His fingers were back.

“Your Shadowed Star friend has a terrible sense of humor.” Kastner was scowling. It only made him look uglier.

She never had felt at ease around the alpha. “Anders’s sense of humor is lacking,” she agreed.

Anders was stiffer than she had ever seen him. He was fighting himself.

Kastner was smirking now. Almost taunting him. He wants Anders to attack him.

What the hell was going on?

First Anders killed Talon, claiming he had sold them out. Now Anders was suggesting that Kastner wanted to turn them over to their fathers.

Best to avoid it and change the subject.

“Who did this?” she asked, kneeling beside Talon again, but watching the two werewolves from the corners of her eyes.

“One of our enemies, obviously,” Kastner said testily. “They all need to pay for his death.”

Anders crossed his arms, his muscles flexing. “It’s a shame he wasn’t a stronger fighter.”

“He was a ferocious fighter,” Kastner yelled.

“Of course he was.” Misti shot Anders a look. If he wasn’t careful, Kastner just might kill him. And she just might not step in to stop him.

Seeing her husband like this, dead, trapped forever in his wolf form, made her hate herself. She hadn’t wanted to marry him. Her body had been touched and licked and kissed and caressed by Anders so many times that touching Talon felt wrong. Thank the moon she never had been claimed by him. She wouldn’t have been able to survive that.

But she had no business feeling for Anders as she did. Even before he had murdered her husband, he had been a Shadowed Star. For centuries, her pack had hated the Shadowed Stars. She should have killed him the moment she recognized him as one.

But by that point, she had already given him her body. She had been so confused and frustrated she hadn’t been able to kill him. Weak, that was what she was.

And her body was definitely weak right now too. Her back hurt far more than slash marks should warrant, even despite the willow bark. Had a nerve been severed?

“I am sorry for your loss,” she murmured.

“And I yours.”

She had overheard only a single phrase between the two werewolves during their heated exchange. Obviously, Anders hadn’t confessed his crime to Kastner, not that she thought he would. Although he had planned on going to her father to confess seducing her in the hopes of a swift death, unlike the one his father would give him… Anders did have a rather over-active conscious.

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