Chapter 50

Neither Nolan nor I said anything until he was gone. Once he seemed to turn toward Alpha Raymond's office in the older wing, I felt I could possibly maybe find my senses again.

Nolan’s eyes were still wide, but they were focused on me. “What?” he breathed.

“Did you not feel that?” I asked.

He shook his head slowly, but his brows tugged together over pursed lips. “I mean, it felt a bit off, I guess, but…”

But nothing like the suffocating skin-crawling power I felt.

“I’ve seen that man before, but he didn’t have those tattoos,” he added.

“Those weren’t tattoos.” I shook my head, but I didn’t have an explanation for them.

“He’s probably just here to pay his condolences, and he will be gone,” Nolan explained. Again, it struck me that he was the one trying to comfort me after his brother's funerals that were my doing.

We stayed staring at each other for a minute before I brushed back through the curtain, now seeming a bit foolish for my insane reaction. Nolan must think I was actually i