Chapter Ten
Maisey
“There is so little daylight this time of year,” I say, looking out the window.“We should go.”
“We?”Elias says.
“Yes, you said Central Park needs patrolling until the shifter with moon fever is apprehended.”
Elias draws his brows together.“Yes, but not by you.”
“Of course by me.”I hold up my hands.“By all of us.”
“You’d be safer here.”
“You really think so?”I turn to Branson who is crushing the pizza boxes.“Even if the shifter smells my blood and finds me?He’s rabid by all accounts.He’ll find a way to get in.”
“True.”Branson says.“I’d rather you were with us.”
Elias makes a low growling sound.
“And I might get another premonition,” I say.“If we are together, it will be easier for me to tell you.”
“But we need to move fast,” Elias says.“In the shadows.”
“Then put me on a horse and carriage.”
“What?”Elias’s eyes widen.
“It’s not a crazy idea,” I say.“They can move at speed.Pay the driver well and he’ll keep up pace.”
“Itisa crazy idea,” Elias says.
“The paths have been cleared of snow.”Branson looks out the window.“And the carriages are operating today.”
“Please.I don’t want to be pacing the floor in here.I can help, I know I can.”I turn to Branson.“You think I should come with you, right?”
He looks at Elias.“I want you to be safe and I want you near.”
“Hard to do both.”Elias frowns at him.“Though...”
“What?”I ask, seeing a thoughtful crease in his brow.“What are you thinking?”
“There is a way I could allow it to happen.”
Branson frowns at him.
“One of the carriage drivers, Harvey, is a wolf shifter.”
“Really?And the horse doesn’t mind?”Branson appears shocked.
“He’s good with horses, apparently.If I could arrange for him to take you around then it would be an extra layer of protection for you.Another shifter watching over you.”
