XXXIX

I diverged from the lycans, heading to Isaac’s cottage while they made their way to the packhouse. Outside the door, I shifted and dashed up to my bedroom. I barely noticed Bram as I ran by, but he respectfully kept his eyes trained on his book. Blair, however, was a different story. She whistled at me, cocking one eyebrow.

“What?” I snapped, glaring at her as I dug for clothes. “You’ve seen me naked before.”

“I haven’t seen you naked and covered in hickies, though,” she laughed.

I took half a second to glance at myself in the full length mirror on the door to the closet. “Training bruises.”

Her sidelong glance told me all I needed to know: the witch didn’t buy that for a second. She placed her book down and stood, heading for the door. “I have to head to the packhouse with Bram. You’ll be fine here alone, right?”

“What?” I demanded. “No, I’m coming!”

“I promise, I’ll tell you everything if you just appease these guys this once,” she begged.

I looked down at my shirts, decidi