Chapter 39 — The Full Moon
- I stayed behind him, silent, watching his back. His scent—his pheromones—drifted toward me, and I growled low in my throat. He better not try anything while I’m here.
- Without turning around, he said, “What the hell are you doing here?” He gave me a side look. “You know the moon ritual is coming up, right? You are not supposed to be here.”
- “What’s that supposed to mean?”