Where I go is none of his damn business—and now it never will be—but I’m not stupid. He’s alpha, and I have too much riding on my freedom of movement to antagonize him. The sooner I go back to being invisible to him, the better.

“For two days?” He lowers his leg and takes a measured step toward me. It’s a dominance thing. I’m supposed to get nervous and back away.

I mean, I am nervous, but he’s also transparent as hell.

I shrug a shoulder. It’s an old wives’ tale that shifters can taste lies, but—I’m as superstitious as the next wolf. I’m not risking it.

I keep my...