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There was something strange about how this woman looked around — as if her gaze was screened by a bough of pine, or she was looking past something. Riley felt his skin prickle, but he stayed any emotional response with the rational reminder that their claim here was still tentative. While he and Masque patrolled often and heavily, it was only two scents — and to most wolves, that hardly constituted as closed border policy.

I can show you out. Riley offered at length, his uneven gaze holding her carefully. She didn’t look untrustworthy, but what did that mean? Any wolf was capable of killing. For all he knew her nervous stutter and flinty gaze could be a ruse intended to get his guard down. Are you supposed to be meeting someone?