Chapter 185: Strange Villagers and Coyotes

Tara’s POV

There was a tensity between Victor and I that I didn't know how to bridge—something strange and serene and chaotic all at once.

It was like he wanted to speak to me, but was holding himself back. Like he wanted to get out of the car and run all the way back to First Moon, but also like he wanted to be closer to me all the same, intertwined into my soul like he had been before.

All of this was reason enough for me to stay as far away from him as I could, at least for now. When Victor became like this—volatile, unsuspecting—there was no way of truly understanding what it was that he wanted or needed. Or whether or not he was a danger.

I remember the first time I had witnessed it. It was when he had shifted to his wolf’s form, when I had chased him through the planes and through the forests and had saved him from attack any of the members of his pack.

Now there was just as still quiet, and nothing but the car’s mechanical hum that spoke between us.