"He says to not worry about your eyes… And that you two are not done, and he will send someone when he is ready to speak with you, but for now, he has business to tend to.”
There existed a moment where his pale gaze relaxed as he looked at her, like he might ask if she was truly okay, but one of the Alphas called for his attention, masking anything that just appeared.
Ronan swiftly departed after that.
Rem’s mouth was slightly agape. She looked around at the dirt path, and the smallest smile formed. “What does he mean, we are not done?”
“I don’t know. But he seemed to want to actually talk to you about something, but you never know,” Nia said with a knowing grin.
Rem smirked.“Let’s go and practice more Icelandic, then.” If she did, that meant that they could be alone. The thought of the two of them in true privacy invigorated a part of her that was desperate to be alive. What would Ronan do to her if no one else was around?
What wouldshedo?
Rem didn't know what to do with her arms as she tried to come down from the high that he just gave her, flustered even more that she had such strong reactions to him. She nodded to Nia, as if to say she was fine.
I need to get control over myself. I’m reacting to Ronan like how I used to with Hugo.Rem was a person who once she caught interest in another, it consumed her.
The funny thing was, she heard that shifters developed such attachments when they caught interest in another… As a part of their instincts.
Another sign that she belonged among them.
18
THE WARG AND RONAN’S WOLF FORM
R E M
Nia guidedRem back to the townhome, only to leave in order to fetch the two of them something to eat. Rem had said she wasn’t hungry, but her growling stomach made sure Nia knew otherwise.
An Elder had only been there long enough to order a change of clothes, and then to place the chainmail in a box by the hearth, before stepping outside to guard the house. Once that was done, Rem stood in the hearth room, alone, staring at the fire. There were no signs of the other Silvers, and the solitude scratched at her frayed nerves.
What if it was a trap? Like back in her home, when she had been taken? Surely, Fiona showing up was not a coincidence, and perhaps even hinted at a deeper betrayal than just with Ronan.
Or, what if something had gone horribly wrong? What if something was wrong with Oliver?
Fiona said the queen had brought her here…
What if the queen knew? Rem placed her hand over her chest as she breathed heavily. She looked around again, no sound of footsteps or laughter.Where are the other Silvers?
Her gaze trailed across the room mindlessly, eyeing the furniture and abundance of furs. Taking a step back with a huff, wishing Nia would hurry back, Rem nearly tripped on a large, red fur in the middle of the room. “Ack! Stupid furs,” she mumbled.
She frowned as she looked down at it. The fur was as large as a bear but colored so rich with red that it reminded her of a fox. Did foxes get as big as bears in these woods?
The oddity channeled her focus on something tangible. She eyed the other furs in the room, drawn to one draped on a chair, the size and blackness pulling her in.
She touched the fur that was softer than a cat's mane, running her fingers through the long strands of hair. The fur was onyx in color but shone blue when she ran her fingers through it, the depths of the darkness almost absorbing light itself.
Perhapsanotheranimal she had never seen before?
Someone grabbed her arm. Panic gripped Rem’s body as she fell into the chair, turning around, flashing back to Jackson, ready to kick whoever was behind her.
But rather than a large shifter male, Rem saw the apologetic orange eyes of Loral, who muttered, “Oh, I am so sorry. I thought you heard me.”
Rem's limbs shook from adrenaline, readying her for a fight, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of one feature. "Your eyes..." Rem said.
It was her first time seeing the change in another.
"Are orange, I know," Loral said, smiling as she raised an apple to her face.
