“Would you feel sad if things had turned out to be different—with me staying in the shifters’ world?” I asked.

“You have no idea,” he said, his eyes turning dark and dangerous. “It was killing me to walk away from what I came for.”

There was more to it, I could feel it, but he wouldn’t say more.

“You aren’t as bad as people say,” I said.

“Oh, I’m bad. Make no mistake,” he said. “You might not like what you see after you see more.”

“Should I run ...