Page 133 of Full Moon
"I don't like that look," I mutter.
Khal's eyes darken, the dangerous, reptilian slits narrowing fully now. His lips curl back slightly, revealing sharp edges of teeth. When he speaks, his voice is a low hiss, vibrating with barely contained rage. "Someone tipped them off. A snow-white wolf has been spotted."
A chill runs down my spine. My wolf stirs, restless, sensing the threat. They're coming for me or my pack. I reach out through the pack bond, sending a sharp command for those with mostly white fur not to shift. The confusion that ripples back is immediate—protests flaring as they don't understand the danger.
My wolf growls low in frustration, but I calm her, forcing her to watch through the bond as I share the memory. The image of Khal in his basilisk form, coiled and menacing, moves through the pack like a current of icy fear. Then I add the memory of what that man can do, the way his power twists and destroys everything in its path.
A shiver courses through the pack. The protests die down, replaced by the heavy weight of realization. Now they understand. The wolves from Dunnum will shift—their coats blend more naturally with the timber wolves down here. The others from Crescent Valley know better than to draw attention with their snowy fur. I sigh, lowering my head. My wolf pushes at me, restless and desperate to be free, but I can't give in. Not yet. Not until we're home. I shake my head, forcing the frustrationdown as my gaze lands on the egg. A plan forms, quick and sharp.
"I'll carry the egg," I announce. "They know we can't shift when we're pregnant, so they won't give me a second look if I have a belly." I curl my fingers, making exaggerated air quotes around the word.
Torben's brow furrows. "One problem—you don't smell pregnant."
Diaval steps forward, a glint of something wickedly clever in his eyes. "I can mask her scent with mine." He turns toward Khal, a smirk playing on his lips. "Or better yet, he can. His scent would cover yours completely, and it would be better protection. If someone gets suspicious... well, he can turn them to stone." A chill races down my spine at the thought.
I nod slowly. This plan—it's reckless.
But it just might work.
