CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“What?” I stare at him.

“They have adopted you into their pack. They see me a threat. Little bastards,” The last part is growled out in the direction of the wolves who bare their teeth at him in warning.

“How do you -? Wolves and shifters don’t mesh,” I manage to say.

“Well, they look at you as a wolf,” Lucas says, his eyes narrowed in the direction of the smallest one who is pawing at my legs. “The only shifter tribe that had a connection with wild wolves were the Clear Mountain Clan. They went into hiding decades ago. No other shifter pack has ever managed to form any bond with wild wolves.”

My mouth is dry as another wolf approaches me, rubbing itself against my legs, affectionately, all the time watching Lucas, “Could this have something to do with the wolfsbane?”

“I don’t know,” Lucas says, frowning. “But they’re not going to leave you be. And just what were you thinking wandering of like that?”

I grimace, “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I was feeling restless so I dec