Chapter Forty-Three

"Miss," the male said sharply. "There's no need for you to run."

The way he said it made Rae stop in her tracks. She tilted her head slightly and observed him. His head was clean shaved and he looked older than her by a decade or so. Maybe. She couldn't be sure. His eyes were deep set and dark but not mean. She could be wrong. His lips were pressed togetherness in a thin line. They were pale. His nose was big and his nostrils looked permanently flared. He was slim and his muscles were lean. He was a head shorter than Keegan.

He dropped the bloody branch and said, "They're dead. You don't have to worry. Go back to the camp. Don’t wander around on your own.”

Rae silently watched him turn his back toward her and disappear in the opposite direction. She didn’t think to ask him who he was or whether he was from Keegan’s pack. She didn’t recognize him but she didn’t really look at any of the males when she left the caravan. The only reason why she suspected that he was from Keegan’s pack w