“Are you serious?” I croaked.
“Very. They came to you asking for help, something that unrelated packs don’t do except for in the most dangerous situations. Whatever information they have about you must be extremely valuable.” He leaned against the house and lowered his voice. “And Sophie, they fear you.”
I paced back and forth across the porch. “Why would they fear me? I’m nobody. At least, nobody capable of taking on Nevin Holsten. I can’t even get the Council to take me seriously.”
“I don’t know. But they do – big time.” The lines around his eyes tensed. A strange, reluctant dread crept across his face and into the space between us. The sour sting of it barbed my skin.
I stopped pacing.
“Do you fear me, too?” I whispered.
“I don’t want to. But something about you is spooking them. Whatever it is, it’s serious.”
“I don’t care what it is; I can’t have you fear me. It would crush me!”
I ran a hand through my hair and walked over to the edge of the porch, leaning myself against the railing. I closed my eyes and soaked up the brilliant moonlight beaming down upon my face. I sent up a silent prayer to her, the glorious moon, begging her watchful self to come and tell me what to do.
His fingers pulled a few strands of hair away from my face. “I’m sorry, Sophie. I promise to never be afraid of you.” He gave a small smile. “You’re the only safe place I have in this world.”
For just a moment I allowed myself to hope. With him by my side maybe I could conquer all of this…mess.