#Chapter 128: The Gray Wolf

Kayla Nicholas and I didn’t dare to move, hardly even dared to breathe, as the gray wolf stepped out from the shadows. Its eyes, a glowing silver color like a pale, moonlit lake, roved around the forest as if searching for something. Then, it sniffed once. Deeply. And then froze, its hackles raised, turning and staring directly at the spot where Nicholas and I were hidden. We weren’t far, of course. The wolf could smell us; he knew we were there. At that moment, I felt the mate bond flare to life against my throat, a burning sensation rushing through my entire body. But Nicholas wasn’t using it this time to make me kiss him or turn me on or intensify my climax in bed—rather, he was using it to communicate something. A warning. “Get out of here,” his mental voice seemed to say. “I’ll handle this.” I didn’t move, though, as Nicholas shifted, then stepped out from behind the tree and revealed himself to the other wolf. It wasn’t that I didn’t want