Page 52 of Wolf Cursed
I could tell he wanted to ask more, but I couldn’t bring myself to continue. It felt too personal to talk about just yet.
“Is there someone I can talk to?” I asked, changing the subject. “About my being stuck here, I mean?”
“You want to leave?”
“Is that so hard to believe?”
“I don’t know. I figured you came here for a reason.”
I hesitated. Drake was being a lot nicer than Kai or Oscar had been, but that didn’t mean I was going to spill my guts to the guy. I knew a thing or two about secrets as well.
“I needed a change of scenery,” I said, shrugging lightly. “But I can do that anywhere, and it seems like Oscar’s got his hands full, so…”
“Gotcha. If you don’t want to deal with Kai, I’d say talk to Silas,” he said, and I groaned.
“Of course it would be him.”
Drake’s brows went up. “I take it you’ve met him?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
He laughed. “Uh-oh. That doesn’t sound good.”
“Let’s just say we won’t be BFFs anytime soon.”
“Trust me, no one’s calling Silas their BFF.” He chuckled.
“There isn’t anyone else I can talk to, is there?”
“There’s Oscar and the rest of the council,” he said. “It’s made up of some of the older pack members. But honestly, their authority isn’t really holding water these days. Silas, Kai, Presley, the Close twins—they all kind of do what they want.”
The Close twins?
“You mean Isaac and Idrissa?”
“Yeah. Their dad’s a council member, but like I said, they kind of just do their own thing. We all do.”
The twins were wolves. Of course.
I shook my head. The secrets were just pouring out now. I thought of the bar brawl and what Idrissa had said about how they were treated around here. Like there was no law or order. Just chaos.
“Aren’t wolf packs supposed to be more, I don’t know, united?”
He lifted a brow. “I think it’s obvious we’re not a normal pack.”
“Point taken.” I sighed. “Okay. Silas it is.”
Drake’s brows drew together. “Can I give you a piece of advice?”
“Sure.”
“Don’t lie to them.”
“Why would I—”
“We’ve had spies try to infiltrate before.”
“Um, I’m not a spy.” I tried to laugh off his words because, hello, insane, but one look at his expression, and I knew laughing would not go over well. His gaze turned sharp, and I knew he was trying to detect something specific about me. But what?
