Chapter 78

As she was clasped in the man's arms and held on to his neck as he ran once again, Thea wondered if she'd gone mad. When he'd said, "I will protect you, Thea," a part of her actually believed him. Trusted him when he said he'd find a way. Did it have to do with the spark she felt when he first touched her, a spark she'd felt to a smaller extent with David then, more shockingly, his brother, Trent. Did she want to believe because he spoke with such conviction and honesty in his eyes? Or was it the odd voice in her head, a voice she'd heard only recently that said he would protect them. That he belonged to them. He is ours, the voice whispered. Trust him and the light-furred one. They are . . . Thea didn't understand the next word because it was more of an image, a group of wolves, really, running, together like a big, furry family.

Madness. Her captivity and pregnancy hormones had obviously overtaken common sense. One, normal people didn't hear voices. And two, she didn't know t