Chapter 59

If Lyle had been in human form in that moment, Matthew was more than sure Vaughn would have never been able to hold him back.

Gavin crouched in the corner of the living room with the drapery wrapped around him like a shroud. Matthew knew him by his bare feet. Matthew began to flump toward the huddled shape, uselessly humping his body up and down, side to side. “Gavin! Somebody, please! Gavin!”

The wolves turned to stare at him, but it was Vaughn who moved to help. Vaughn drew the drapes back into place, held out his hand to Gavin, and muscled Gavin onto the couch. At the same time, a familiar clump, clump, thunksounded above them. Matthew had heard thatsound before. It was the sound of a body being dragged either down or into the hallway.