Chapter 159

• By dusk, Calum was craving a run. A real run on four legs, fast and long. So much anxiety, sadness, anger and just about every other emotion possible was grating on his nerves. If he didn’t run soon, he was going to snap. His cat was assaulted with the emotions he was, picking up from everyone else, and at times was rubbing so hard on the inside Calum was sure if he checked he’d see worn patches on his body.
• “The tension here is crushing me,” Devin mumbled quietly. Turning, he looked to track his mate with his eyes. “Rayne, she’s got that look again—the one that means I’m going to be adding more cabins to the campground and bringing in more people for her to mother… or we’re going to be moving here indefinitely.”
• Gage, who was sprawled out on the ground beside him, turned his head and looked at him. “Maybe you should make her an actual mother.”