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“I didn’t say it was.” Kaleb shrugged, but his orange eyes remained sharp. “But you were together for several years. What prompted the seperation?”
“He took out a life insurance policy. On me.” I said through gritted teeth.
“You think he intended to kill you?”
“He certainly tried.” I glanced away.
“Does your ex-husband have any magic?”
“No.” I bit out.
“I know who you are.” He told me.
It took a moment to parse through every secret and every way I could interpret his words before realization hit me.
“I should have known you’d figure it out.” My smile was weak. “It doesn’t matter who or what I am.”
Kaleb stepped back, pushing his fingers through his silver hair. He glanced back at me, studying my face and then shaking his head.
I took a deep, steadying breath. “I’m a Weaver. That’s all.” I assured him.
“A Weaver? That’s all?” He mimicked.
I interrupted him. “Does your Alpha know who I am?”
Kaleb scoffed, shaking his head.
“I take that as a ‘no’,” I retorted. “If you don’t want to protect me from Officer McGowen, just call Dean Hart and ask him to send over another wolf.”
Kaleb’s nostrils flared, and he murmured something.
“What was that?” I frowned.
“I can’t.” He lifted his voice. “The rest of the pack are... Indisposed. Samhain approaches. I am the only one they could spare.”
“Look,” I sighed. “I’m tired. I just want to sit on the couch and watch reality TV. Preferably with some cherry-flavored ice cream if I have any left. Can we just... Not?”
“Not?” Kaleb echoed.
“Exactly.” I snapped my fingers, doing the finger guns. “Do you like ice cream?”
Kaleb blinked slowly. “Yes?”
“Awesome.” I smiled weakly. “I’ll choose something on Netflix.” I snatched the remote from the side, waving it in front of my face.
“You’re a Weaver.” Kaleb gaped. “Even if you’re only half, you should be able to protect yourself.”
I barked a laugh. “Oh yeah, next time someone is beating me, I’ll ask if I can have a lock of their hair to braid. Then, I’ll sit back as they weaken over several days. Weaving is a subtle magic. If you knew my grandmother, you’d know that.” I turned on the TV and began flicking through the various channels as I searched for something benign to watch.
“You’re not scared of your ex-husband.” Kaleb stalked in front of me, blocking my view of the TV.
“I’m not?” I spluttered. “Great news. Maybe you should go home then?”
Kaleb eyed me like a snake, ready to strike. “This will go much easier if you’re honest with me.”
I ignored him and settled on watching a baking competition even though I didn’t know the first thing about making cakes.
Kaleb soon shifted back to his four-legged form, and I was glad for it—at least he couldn’t speak.
