Isaac rolled to his feet, a silver loop glinting in his fist that he was quick to snap onto the other downed warg. “Why didn’t they attack you?” He gestured toward my face. “Does it have something to do with your aspect?”

“I don’t know.” I wondered that myself. “Maybe they’re loyal to Graeson.”

It was the only reason I could fathom why they wouldn’t harm his mate at Bessemer’s say-so. For their sake, and Graeson’s, I hoped their alpha never caught wind of their rebellion, or there would be bloodshed.

“We need to show this to Mom.” He studied me a moment longer. “No offense, but you’re not skilled enough to evolve or hold a shift to this degree unless…” He raked his fingers through his hair. “This level of imitation with a secondary shape is only seen in Gemini who are becoming.”

“That’s not possible.” I smoothed my thumb over my spur. “I imitate Lori.”

“Our resets are fluid,” he said gently. “They must adapt as our twin ages, gets scars, puts on weight.” He petted down the length of my forearm, a fierce curiosity blazing in his eyes. “You haven’t taken Lori’s blood in years, but you’ve been ingesting warg blood regularly for a prolonged amount of time. Paired with the mental bond and your attachment to these people…” He buzzed with excitement at the possibility. “Maybe your reset is, I don’t know, resetting.”

Dumbfounded, I stood there working my jaw like a fish out of water.

Isaac cinched his hands around my upper arms and gave me a light shake. “Later,” he promised. “Mom and I will help you get to the bottom of this once your friend is safe, okay?”

Unable to use my words yet, I nodded at him.

Releasing me with a grin, he set off at a jog. I cast one final glance at the pitiful wolves and followed, shoving down the possibility I might be losing Lori all over again. This time for good.

“Hey.” I caught up to him. “Since when are you packing silver?”

“Did you really think I was going to visit a pack of wargs unarmed? This one in particular?” He snorted. “A few calls were all it took for me to discover the Chandler pack alpha more than dislikes or distrusts fae, but hates them. I wasn’t going to bring my family into a hostile situation unarmed.”

“I didn’t know it was this bad.” Shame flash-burned up my nape. “I should have done the research.”

“You trusted Graeson.”

“I’m not sure that’s true.” Trust wasn’t a byproduct of panic. “There’s something you ought to know about Graeson and me, something I should have told you and Aunt Dot once I got here.”

“That you’re not really a couple?”

I stumbled over my own feet. “You knew?”