The Tribe
The redhead spits, her nose flaring in anger.
“It would seem so, and I will carry that shame for as long as I live…” I cut myself off because I feel something in my chest. I stand up, going over to the counter, holding myself up with one arm as I lightly tap my chest with the other, and it does it again.
Wait, no, it’s multiple pulses to multiple bonds. I turn to look at Noah, and I see recognition take hold as his eyes change colour. Oh my, his wolf has Sibyl’s eyes.