right?”
“Doing what?” Alder asked irritably.
So dense.
“No, no,” Lark assured her. She tapped her nose. “I would know for sure.”
Hale arrived a few seconds later. Fully garbed in furs, he was dressed to travel. “We’re almost ready to go. Anything useful this week?”
Alder and Taylor answered at the same time.
“No.”
“Yup.”
Both alphas looked at her with surprise. Taylor gave a triumphant smile. Whether she realized it or not, Lark had given them something remarkably useful.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“I don’t like this at all,” Alder grunted.
Smiling to herself, Taylor pulled the furs from his shoulders, revealing his broad, toned back. The overcast days of early winter had stolen the golden sheen from his skin, but his body was no less remarkable. She put her hands on the back of his neck and began a gentle massage.
“Trust me, this is a very good thing,” she said, keeping her voice soft and soothing. Her hands moved out to his shoulders. The muscles were rigid with tension and required much more pressure.
“She’s right,” said Hale.
Alder’s twin lay sprawled out on the bed, furs beside them, stark naked. Taylor kept her eyes focused on Alder’s back, not needing the distraction.
Hale continued, “If Silas cares about Snow, he’s not going to hurt her. If we wanted to go in there and take her, we probably could. I doubt he’d kill her just to spite us.”
During her talk with Lark, it had become apparent that Snow and Silas were forming some sort of relationship. When she’d conveyed this to Alder, he had gone from denial, to anger, to begrudged acceptance over the course of an hour.
“You doubt ?” Alder repeated.
Taylor could feel his muscles tense beneath her fingertips again and worked quickly to ease his distress.
“I’m with Alder on this,” she said. “I still think it would be a bad idea to go storming the castle. But I do believe that if Silas really cares about Snow, he’ll want to do what’s best for her.”
“He doesn’t care about her,” Alder corrected. “He’s just using her.”
“Maybe, but maybe not.” Taylor hesitated a moment before saying, “You should let me talk to Silas.”
There was that tension again. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?” she asked, still working to unknot his back. “I could go with you when you go to pick up Lark next week.”
“Because it’s not safe.”
Taylor jabbed her thumb under his shoulder blade, causing his muscles to spasm. “I always worry about you when you go to the border and you always tell me that it’s perfectly safe. Are you saying you’re lying to me?”
“I think we should bring her,” Hale said, coming to her defense yet again. This time, Taylor did look his way, favoring him with a warm smile. “You helped us to get Lark into their den and now you’ve figured out one of Silas’s vulnerabilities. I’m all for seeing what else you can come up with.”
Addressing Alder again, he added, “We can bring extra wolves. She’ll be safe.”
To Taylor’s relief, Alder released a long sigh and nodded. After stretching out his arms, he turned to face her. There were dark circles under his eyes and his face possessed none of its former vibrancy. She said a silent prayer that somehow, she’d be able to resolve this and bring Snow home safely. Maybe then, she’d have her Alder back.
“I’m sorry,” Alder said, reaching out to stroke the curve of her neck. “I should have more faith in you. I’ve been a terrible mate these past few weeks.”
Taylor blinked back tears. “It’s okay. I can imagine what you’re going through. I don’t know what it’s like to be a parent, not yet, but I do think about them a lot.”
She placed a hand over her belly. “I think about what they’ll look like, what sorts of things they’ll say, what kinds of