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Sometimes, and only sometimes, Reyes broke out on his own to stretch his legs. He had very little interest in straying far from Wild Rye Fields – if only because that’s where Askan was – but one could not simply shake off a nomadic lifestyle in a few weeks because they wanted to. Even if he adored the beta (and truly he did, even if he wasn’t quite ready to apply that word to it), he still needed space, where the quiet world could settle his unquiet mind. What if he ran?
Reyes drew to a slow stop, eying the steep slopes of the palisade.
He’d let Askan in, already. There would be no getting him out. Even if he ran all the way home, ran all the way past it, there’d still be some gaping hole in his chest where the swarthy male was supposed to be. A few moons, and he was a different man. No wonder his Mama always called love a sickness. Never took a mate, even when she had young to raise. Maybe that old woman was wilier than he gave her credit for, but—
Out of nowhere, a sharp pair of talons grabbed the scruff of Reyes’ neck, nearly knocking him off his feet as he ambled aimlessly through the trees. A startled squawk escaped as he hit the deck, pupils blown before it hit again – but there was no one here!? What was happening?!