They’d traveled at least six miles out, a distance they could have traveled faster had they shifted, but she seemed too lost in thought for that. He wanted to know what she’d found when she’d pulled her little magick trick back there. Her hair and lifted as if tugged by some imaginary wind and he’d felt the pulse of power around her. Hell, he hadn’t felt magick like that except for his one run in with a witch. He’d known Hounds had a little bit of magick but what he’d felt back there hadn’t felt little. “I don’t know what he wants with your wolf,” she said, finally breaking the silence that lingered between them. “What did you find back there?” She lifted her shoulders in a half-shrug. “That he’s pissed at me for something. He killed that deer as sort of a way to relieve frustration. I think it happened after his little window-smacking scene at my house.” Hunter kept pace beside her as he let her words sink in. He could see the deer killing as a frustration kill.
