Rattleskin Redoubt april is the cruellest month

He lifted his chin, brows drawing together in puzzlement at her statement. Why? he asked. Only follow to home. Then. . .it's home.

Caligula was utterly clueless about wolf hierarchy. Being born to the alpha male of a pack, he'd never had to worry about any competition other than from his siblings—and he'd hardly paid them any heed.

Then, with Agrippa, there'd been no status quo at all. Just the two of them among friends, living as equals, as lovers. . .

I think I'll go to the mountains, he continued, nodding toward the peaks and giving voice to his previous musings. Good there. High up. Safe.

Maybe she'll come with me.

But he'll never put any semblance of faith in someone sticking around. Never.